Not for the weak stomached!!
Bref descriptif
His Ex is Ruining Our Marriage
Balancing Step-Parenting and Marital Harmony
Rebuilding a Marriage in the Sandwich Generation Squeeze
A Marriage Tested by Cancer
His Business Crashed — And So Did Our Marriage
Dating a Recovering Alcoholic
Is It Weird to Date a Relative?
His Cheatin’ Heart
What’s Our Relationship Status?
Should You Give an Ex a Second Chance?
Long-Distance Love vs. Local Connection
Trust in a Strained Marriage: Letters in the Attic
Dating Rules: Smart Strategy or Outdated Nonsense?
There are many parts of being a nanny that are not glamorous or fun, at all. It’s not all play dates, parks, arts & crafts, and nap times. Nope. There are days when the fates align to give you a real fuck you (sorry Rita…it must be used) kind of day. Today was most definitely one of them.
First, I had the knowledge that I was going to have all 4 children home, on a cold and overcast day. Therefore, going outside is not an option and after the weekend they are sick and tired of all their toys (damned kids and their short attention spans). I knew it would be a rough day for me before I even walked in their door.
I walked in to their father, sitting on the sofa with the iPad, in his boxers, and looking VERY surprised to see me. Um, it’s Monday and I was under no instruction to not be here, so why is it shocking that I am!? He springs up, goes upstairs, puts on pants, and returns to say, “We should have coordinated better. I don’t have work today and you could have slept in and come in late.”
Oh, geez, really!? How about the part where you’re a jackass!? Don’t tell me that…just go look busy so I don’t feel like I got up early for nothing! This did not start my day off well. Luckily for me the oldest was at a sleepover and Dad was going to pick him up later so I was down to 3 kids. The 2nd wasn’t feeling too great but Dad was pretty sure it was gas making his belly hurt. Shortly after a trip to the bathroom he announced, “Yup, pooping helped.” Awesome.
We played some Guess Who? and some Stratego and watched a bit of TV and before you know it Dad’s leaving to pick up the oldest. He informs me he’ll be taking the oldest to run some errands (YAY!) and that he’ll be back before long. After settling the kids down for lunch and putting the youngest down for a nap I realize that time has flown and it’s already 1pm.
Things are nice and calm just me and the two middle boys hanging out and watching cartoons. I lean back in the recliner, pretty excited by the way the day is flying by and as I shut my eyes for a minute I hear, “Oh no.” I groan a little before opening my eyes because I know nothing great can follow those two words.
There’s the 2nd, hunched over and puking all over himself and the sofa, making no attempt to get to the bathroom. I know I shouldn’t yell, but I do. I can’t help it. He’s 8 and knows to get to the bathroom! What is wrong with kids? When I was sick I’d run my ass off for the bathroom, even if I didn’t make it, I made an effort. Nope. He just hung out there, literally lying in a giant pool of vomit. FUCK MY LIFE!
I get him to the bathroom, carry the offensive cushion outside and go back in to check on him. He is covered in puke. Oh sweet gentle Jesus, I’m going to be sick. I tell him to wash off a bit in the sink, at least his arms, and then just sit on the stool there till I can get back and take him up to the shower. I go back out to the living room to make sure there is no vomit on other cushions or floor, as I don’t need a 6 year old frolicking in it or a dog eating it, and since all is clear I go back to get him in the shower.
After scrubbing, gagging, rinsing, gagging, scrubbing, and you guess it, gagging; I’m done and go in to disinfect myself. I literally sprayed myself down with Lysol after scrubbing my hands. SOOO gross. I called Dad to let him know and thankfully he wasn’t far from home.
I set the 2nd up in bed with a movie and a trashcan and then waited about 30 minutes for Dad to get home. Thankfully he said I could go home as soon as he got there. I’d like to report that I have since disinfected my entire person. I took a shower so hot I’m pretty sure I may permanently be this red, scrubbed my skin with exfoliating soap, shampooed twice, and then brushed my teeth and rinsed with Listerine 3 times. I feel SO much better.
I know that it’s not the kid’s fault and that he doesn’t want to be sick…but ew! Come on! I have taken care of each one of those children when they are sick, puking, etc but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I love those children as much as humanly possible but anyone not biologically obligated to love a child can tolerate cleaning that kind of stuff. It’s just not okay! I need to publish a best selling novel, become independently wealthy, or marry some rich dude on his deathbed, because cleaning up after other people’s puke is just not acceptable! shivers
I’m going to attempt to enjoy the rest of my day, catch up on some blogs, clean my place, read some, do a bit of cross stitching, and try to forget how my day started off. I hope that everyone out there is having a wonderful Monday…or at least a better one than I started off having.
Balancing Step-Parenting and Marital Harmony
Rebuilding a Marriage in the Sandwich Generation Squeeze
A Marriage Tested by Cancer
His Business Crashed — And So Did Our Marriage
Dating a Recovering Alcoholic
Is It Weird to Date a Relative?
His Cheatin’ Heart
What’s Our Relationship Status?
Should You Give an Ex a Second Chance?
Long-Distance Love vs. Local Connection
Trust in a Strained Marriage: Letters in the Attic
Dating Rules: Smart Strategy or Outdated Nonsense?
There are many parts of being a nanny that are not glamorous or fun, at all. It’s not all play dates, parks, arts & crafts, and nap times. Nope. There are days when the fates align to give you a real fuck you (sorry Rita…it must be used) kind of day. Today was most definitely one of them.
First, I had the knowledge that I was going to have all 4 children home, on a cold and overcast day. Therefore, going outside is not an option and after the weekend they are sick and tired of all their toys (damned kids and their short attention spans). I knew it would be a rough day for me before I even walked in their door.
I walked in to their father, sitting on the sofa with the iPad, in his boxers, and looking VERY surprised to see me. Um, it’s Monday and I was under no instruction to not be here, so why is it shocking that I am!? He springs up, goes upstairs, puts on pants, and returns to say, “We should have coordinated better. I don’t have work today and you could have slept in and come in late.”
Oh, geez, really!? How about the part where you’re a jackass!? Don’t tell me that…just go look busy so I don’t feel like I got up early for nothing! This did not start my day off well. Luckily for me the oldest was at a sleepover and Dad was going to pick him up later so I was down to 3 kids. The 2nd wasn’t feeling too great but Dad was pretty sure it was gas making his belly hurt. Shortly after a trip to the bathroom he announced, “Yup, pooping helped.” Awesome.
We played some Guess Who? and some Stratego and watched a bit of TV and before you know it Dad’s leaving to pick up the oldest. He informs me he’ll be taking the oldest to run some errands (YAY!) and that he’ll be back before long. After settling the kids down for lunch and putting the youngest down for a nap I realize that time has flown and it’s already 1pm.
Things are nice and calm just me and the two middle boys hanging out and watching cartoons. I lean back in the recliner, pretty excited by the way the day is flying by and as I shut my eyes for a minute I hear, “Oh no.” I groan a little before opening my eyes because I know nothing great can follow those two words.
There’s the 2nd, hunched over and puking all over himself and the sofa, making no attempt to get to the bathroom. I know I shouldn’t yell, but I do. I can’t help it. He’s 8 and knows to get to the bathroom! What is wrong with kids? When I was sick I’d run my ass off for the bathroom, even if I didn’t make it, I made an effort. Nope. He just hung out there, literally lying in a giant pool of vomit. FUCK MY LIFE!
I get him to the bathroom, carry the offensive cushion outside and go back in to check on him. He is covered in puke. Oh sweet gentle Jesus, I’m going to be sick. I tell him to wash off a bit in the sink, at least his arms, and then just sit on the stool there till I can get back and take him up to the shower. I go back out to the living room to make sure there is no vomit on other cushions or floor, as I don’t need a 6 year old frolicking in it or a dog eating it, and since all is clear I go back to get him in the shower.
- This is when he decides to pitch a fit, demanding I pause the show (which Dad doesn’t allow as he’s sure it will freeze images into the screen) and a fight ensues. I tell him he’s covered in vomit and MUST shower. He bugs out but does it. Fun time starts when I realize I have to clean that cushion. Chunks people, chunks! I immediately gag and puke in a snow drift. Oh yeah, great day!
After scrubbing, gagging, rinsing, gagging, scrubbing, and you guess it, gagging; I’m done and go in to disinfect myself. I literally sprayed myself down with Lysol after scrubbing my hands. SOOO gross. I called Dad to let him know and thankfully he wasn’t far from home.
I set the 2nd up in bed with a movie and a trashcan and then waited about 30 minutes for Dad to get home. Thankfully he said I could go home as soon as he got there. I’d like to report that I have since disinfected my entire person. I took a shower so hot I’m pretty sure I may permanently be this red, scrubbed my skin with exfoliating soap, shampooed twice, and then brushed my teeth and rinsed with Listerine 3 times. I feel SO much better.
I know that it’s not the kid’s fault and that he doesn’t want to be sick…but ew! Come on! I have taken care of each one of those children when they are sick, puking, etc but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. I love those children as much as humanly possible but anyone not biologically obligated to love a child can tolerate cleaning that kind of stuff. It’s just not okay! I need to publish a best selling novel, become independently wealthy, or marry some rich dude on his deathbed, because cleaning up after other people’s puke is just not acceptable! shivers
I’m going to attempt to enjoy the rest of my day, catch up on some blogs, clean my place, read some, do a bit of cross stitching, and try to forget how my day started off. I hope that everyone out there is having a wonderful Monday…or at least a better one than I started off having.
Date de début de l'évènement
25.03.2022
Date de fin de l'évènement
27.03.2022
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