Cathy in the Wright

The Princess Complains...

Mmmmm. I foiled The VP's plan to bring me breakfast in bed by rising too early, so he brought me breakfast while blogging. I'm so spoiled.

Of course, he may be using this as a negotiating tool. After Friday night, I was ready to put all three of the boys in this house out on the curb. Well, to be accurate, it was Saturday morning. 12:15 a.m. We hear screaming downstairs. I bolt for the stairs, and meet The Senator on the landing. He continues to scream, and before I can ask him "What's wrong?" for the fifth time, he demonstrates for me by throwing up in my hands. We progress up the stairs to the kitchen, and by my spilling or his vomitting, we managed to mark each step.

Now The VP enters the scene. He's frustrated because The Senator can't tell him what's wrong; he's concerned because The Senator won't stop screaming; and we have one of The VP's college buddies staying as a guest and The VP doesn't want to wake him. By this point there's so much noise that there's no chance our friend is still asleep. (Thanks for lying to us, Sheriff Bart!)

I send The VP downstairs to see what needs to be cleaned. The Senator is finally calm enough to sit in a chair and sip some water. The VP returns and says the mess was all in the bathroom; he cleaned it all up.

I start cleaning up the stairs, and then go down to check the bathroom. Uh, Honey, you forgot to mention the barf on the carpet outside the bathroom. Check on Senator. Clean additional vomit. Check on Senator; he's asleep in chair. Move him back to bed with lots of towels and a bucket.

It's now 2 a.m. Back to bed. Asleep immediately.

3:00 a.m. The Governor, obviously feeling neglected at being left out of the action, starts wailing. His problem is quickly solved by finding and replacing The Nookie.

3:10 a.m. Back to bed. Asleep immediately.

4:35 a.m. Just to add insult to injury...salt in the wound...The VP lets loose a blast so noxious that it woke me out of a dead sleep. All I could do was gasp and turn the other way. I didn't have the energy to wake him up and complain. Wouldn't have done any good. He would have grinned and said, "At least I didn't pull the covers up over your head and pin you under there."

11:00 a.m. I'm on the phone to Catholic Charaties to find out the process for giving an adult up for adoption.

I'm done whining for now. Tonight is soccer in the Freak League, so stay tuned; there may be more later.

Posted by Cathy at December 21, 2003 11:14 AM