Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Wednesday?

It is official. Wednesday as I know it is no longer. The word "Wednesday" is now dead to me. I will not be using it ever again. The new word for the middle day of the week is now "Vomitday" since the last several have been spent, by me, cleaning up the mountains of vomit that cover my very existence.

7 comments:

lizS said...

gross mary. seriously, ew.

Your Favorite, and Mine - Mary said...

No, Mary Gross. Except, now I'm married, so it's something else.

And yeah, ew. Story of my recent life.

timpani76 said...

I will always think of Wednesday as "Odin's Day" since I found out where Wednesday comes from. I think "Odin's Day" just sounds cooler anyway.

For some reason, me and the kids always seem to get the vomits around the weekend (and Erik does not get it??) so Erik is the official vomit cleaner at our house. Everyone should have a husband like mine ;)

Bruce said...

no, they should not. renaes husband does not any way.

Your Favorite, and Mine - Mary said...

I'm the one that doesn't vomit in my house, so I am the vomit wader. Some days having an iron stomach is a curse.

Speaking of, my daughter threw-up in my sister-in-law's van this morning, and we were about 10 minutes from my in-law's house (which is about 10 minutes from MY house) at the time, so we were stuck riding in this pukey smelling van while my daughter's vomit soaked into my sister's van. Nice. Then, it was like 16 degrees outside, MUCH less with the windchill, and I didn't have a proper coat or gloves while trying to clean the mess up. My hands are a mess now. :( So I stuck around my mother-in-law's house (where I was planning on dropping the van off anyway and picking up my car), gave Launa a bath and washed and dried her clothes so she wouldn't have to ride either naked or wet (in pukey clothes) home. What I really wanted to be doing was pretty much anything else.

Your Favorite, and Mine - Mary said...

Sometimes being a grown-up is no fun. :(

lizS said...

yeah, definitly no fun, sometimes. seriously mary, you really ought to treat yourself to some chocolate tonight. that little mini-cake recipe you sent me awhile back...yes i can see it. after the kids are safely put away in their beds, break out that recipe and in five minutes, chocolate cake heaven!! you deserve it man. you've had an icky day.