I layed around in bed a little this morning, and then I tried to stave off the vomit. No, it wasn’t me, it was everyone around me. I’m beginning to take it personally.
I got Abby up after my shower this morning, like I usually do on her school days. Berta was already awake feeding Riley. When I finished in the bathroom and got dressed, we all headed downstairs. I was carrying Riley and Abby and Berta were a little behind.
I had this strange thought that Riley might hork up something on my work shirt. This was probably spawned by the round of loud burping that reported from his mouth while traversing the stairs. I did my best to monitor his deep-belly belching, making sure that nothing got on me. When we arrived in the kitchen I deposited him in his bouncy chair and looked around for my shoes.
I sat on the livingroom couch and put on my shoes. (This statement doesn’t seem important, but it will be.)
Abby and Berta were tooling around the kitchen, and I started to get something for myself to eat. I unwrapped the mini bagels, took one, and closed up the bag. Unfortunately, I did not notice the half-full cup of water that Abby had stored on the counter the night before, nor that the bagel bag was precariously close to this cup. So I spilled water all over my pants.
After some incredulous exclamations and a ream of paper towels, I ventured back upstairs to change into something dryer. While reaching behind me to pull off my pants (don’t worry, nothing dirty is about to happen. Er, at least not in the “sexy dirty” sense), I noticed something wet. This was unusual since I was only splashed in front and not behind.
I reached to my back pocket in curiosity. It seemed to be some kind of wet paste. Now what was this stuff? I rolled it in my hand a bit before I realized that it was cat vomit.
And so I had not only been spilled upon, but has somehow sat in cold, moist cat vomit.
The funny part is that had I not spilled the water on myself, I probably would never have known about the cat vomit until it had been dragged all over my car. Lovely.
So after I changed my pants, I cleaned the couch cover (ah, yes) and also the blanket that was there. Pooh really knows how to aim and do the most damage.
