I’m sorry if your daughter felt slighted by this (and I’m sure she did), but you know and I know that she’s better off not hanging around with people who measure other people by their bank accounts.
Agreed. He made his own bed; you made him lie in it. 
Lost power in my apartment about 20 minutes ago. I check the panel and then walk out into the hall. Power there. Can hear the TVs across the hall and in the corner apts. Guy down the hall walks out, they lost power too. And someone farther down the hall. He calls after-hours maintenance. After hours guy calls the power company and wants them to come out. Blows me off repeatedly because he’s busy talking to them.
I walk down to the parking garage, where there is a wall of electric meters. Yup, six random meters across three panels, including mine, are turned off. I turn 'em back on. Problem solved.
But hey, thankssomuch for being too busy to talk to me! :rolleyes:
I love my husband so very much and he had a really, really shitty weekend, what with my daughter vomiting all over him last night and this morning five times. But for the love of all that’s holy, once you have dealt with the initial “triage” vomit cleanup, after everyone is stable and calm, how the fuck can you NOT clean up the vomit smeared toilets and floors? He did the sheets, wonderful man, and affected areas in the kitchen, but apparently cleaning up the chunks of vomit and barf-smeared fingerprints clinging to the sides of the master bathroom’s toilet and floor slipped his mind.
Don’t get me wrong - I don’t begrudge the need for help. I’m not mad that I had to clean it, I’m upset that it was there nearly 12 hours after the last hurl. I was traveling after taking my mom to surgery in a different town a couple of states away and didn’t need to use the bathroom for several hours after I got home or would’ve done it immediately. My problem is that someone else could get sick from it. Oh, and there’s the fact that it’s vomit. Bodily fluids don’t belong on the fucking floor.
Now I’m off to bleach the hell out of the bathroom rugs and take a long shower.
Thank you for being so kind. If I had been smart enough to stand back and read the label, I would have gotten help. It was just such a stupid move on my part. If it hurts me to do it, I shouldn’t do it.
Thank you both for this. While it was happening, I was *all suck it up, jerk!!! *But after it was over I did feel a little badly about causing more harm than good.
Anyhow, Bill is coming home tonight. HURRAY!!! He’s driving so he’s going to be so tired that he will go to sleep after I’m done kissing him. BOO!!! The cats already know that something special is happening tonight and have been buttheads. BOO!!! Steve slept with me last night…down stairs. HURRAY and BOO!!!
I can’t believe that Steve made it down the stairs and into our bed, so happy. Bill is afraid of Steve for no good reason (except for that time that Steve climbed the tower of Bill, but that was Bill’s fault. Steve was just scared)
About two minutes after I wrote that last post, my daughter woke up and barfed all over me. Three times. Damn you, karma.
(And yes, the bathroom is clean again.)
Ha! I posted a mini-rant about running out of floss unexpectly. And why the floss company didn’t give you some kind of damn warning, like the last 10’ are red or something. I just noticed that my latest container of Glide has a little window, so I can see what’s left!!!
Does he see it? I know quite a few people (mostly men, but also a few women) who don’t see certain kinds of shit unless you stick their nose in it. They can even be saying “does it smell bad in here?” and be unable to figure out that the strangely-colored goop on a corner of the floor might have something to do with it. If it’s on the middle of the floor they see it - if it’s not in their direct path it might as well be invisible.
No one of any genetic makeup could miss vomit. But dust? That’s gender-based.
When I notice things need to be dusted/Swiffered/mopped, I know my wife probably noticed a week ago, so I’d better do it right away.
Yeah, Nava, I think he saw it because he had our son using a different restroom; however, he had a hard night, so may have temporarily forgotten. But, hell, how do you forget something like that? Ew.
Was he sick too?
I am officially sick and tired of winter. Usually, I love winter. I would rather be in 30F weather than 80F, give me snow instead of bright blue skies. But I’m done with this crap. I am tired of shivering. Of shoveling. Of it taking an hour to make a 20 minute drive. Feh.
No, he wasn’t. I think he was just really tired and probably chose the easiest thing to do (throw things in the washer and forget about them) and forgot about the barf. Though when an entire bathroom is out of commission due to something like that, I generally find it hard to forget about. I’m not generally anal with the kids with respect to cleanliness (mud, splashing outside in puddles, etc.), but when it has to do with bodily fluids and the germs they can spread, I’d probably boil everything in the house if I could.
I’ve seen people whose eyesight was supposed to be good miss vomit and smeared feces. And don’t get me started on the back side of dishes and pots.
Me too. It’s snowing yet again. Yuck.
Heavy snowfall today. Every school in my area is closed except mine! ARRGH!
Clomid is making me bloated and bitchy.
I’m a moody manatee.
Fuck this never ending winter sideways with a splintery 2x4. It’s March, it’s supposed to be warming up. I think the last time I checked the windchill was 7. And it’s snowing.
I can’t get warm, and the cold makes my joints hurt. Achy joints make me want to sit on the couch wrapped up in a blanket, but if I do that I’m not looking for a job or working on schoolwork.
The long range forecasts keep showing that it will warm up next week. They’ve been saying that for several weeks now. Is it next week yet?
And a completely unrelated second rant: One of my friends has apparently gone anti-vax. Well, she’s really more of an acquaintance, her husband and my boyfriend are good friends so sometimes we hang out. She’s always been a bit into the woo, trying to ban gluten and stuff like that. Now she’s posting these screeds on Facebook about how these poor babies are getting VACCINES!! while they’re SICK!!! and then they’re DYING!!!1!!! Spare me, where’s the damn “block” button? :rolleyes:
I’m in school. The SSI’s are at it again. (the Shrieking Soccer Idiots.) They’re these students who play soccer in the gym at lunchtime and can’t play without constantly screaming at the top of their lungs.
I wish I could go somewhere to escape the SSI’s, but you can her them everywhere in this small school.
My internet at home went out again. :mad:
My digestive system is misbehaving, and my hips hurt (the latter relates to arthritis and rain forecast within the next day or so).