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[valkryor]

I got jolted awake this morning by a crying baby. I roll out of bed, put on my glasses and go to see what the fuss is about. As I step around the corner to look into the crib, my foot makes contact with something cold and wet. What the...? One of the cats yakked me a present and I've just stepped in it. Great.

The baby's fine (it may have been a nightmare or even the sudden noise of a garbage truck), but now I really have to pee, so I hobble to the bathroom, careful about not putting my pukey foot on the floor and empty my bladder. Then I clean up my foot and the two puddles of yak (one on the hardwood that I stepped in and the other on the rug) before feeding the baby (who, thankfully, wasn't screaming for food).

I don't think anyone would call this an ideal morning. :P

Comments

[carolep.livejournal.com]

maybe not an IDEAL morning, but a normal one...

better than an ABNORMAL one, I'm sure you agree.

[valkryor.livejournal.com]

I don't even know the difference anymore. Too many hospital appointments and getting up at the crack of stupid have pretty much killed that distinction.

[carolep.livejournal.com]

hopefully, there won't be a lot more of those for you. You need the break!

[valkryor.livejournal.com]

Or a big fat lottery cheque!