Bed and Barf-fest

(Photo stolen from these guys)

Your speech changes over the years according to the life you take on. If that life includes children, your speech changes dramatically -- not so much in the words you say, but in what those words mean.  Here are two examples from my weekend.



"We were up all night; I got almost no sleep."

Then:  Well, for SOME people, I suppose, this indicated a rather eventful and, *ahem* ADULT evening. (For me it meant I was helping my cokehead neighbor paint his house, but that's another story.)

Now:  Barfing child.



"I never know who I'll wake up with."

Then:  I'm not gonna explain that; it means what you think it means (for clarity, not something I ever actually said -- not even remotely).

Now:  Antsy kids changing beds in the middle of the night and/or currying favor with one or another parent; barfing likely.



So I'm off to bed now to try to catch up on some missed sleep, and hope no one barfs on me. But really, I wouldn't care too much and I'm pretty sure I wouldn't wake up.

Night, y'all.

Comments

[Da Goddess]

"You take my breath away" transforms into, "Good God, that reeks!"

Sorry everyone feels so icky. Perhaps they'll all be well in time for Easter.

[Bridget]

Hee-hee...That's funny!

[Suz broughton]

So very true. "Take your hands out of your mouth" has a whole new meaning too. Before, bulimic roommate. Now 5-year-old-son.
Nighty Night :)

[Ellie]

Kid Barf smells even worse in the middle of the night.

[The Glamorous Life Association]

Again you have mastered the fine art of "Gross AND Funny".

Such a talent.

[Auds]

Bless your barfed on and sleep deprived heart. I hope you got some much needed, vomit-free rest.

Around here, it's most likely a cat or dog that ends up in bed with us.

[Chesapeake Bay Woman]

Bed and Barf-Fest? Let's print that logo up on some t-shirts and sell them in advance of the July Blog Fest.

I'll put Grandma J or Big Hair Envy right on it.

Get butter soon. Get bitter soon. Get batter soon. Get some wine. Soon. Then maybe you can ignore my exhausted ramblings.

[Kyddryn]

Oh, sugar, I'm so sorry...I was lucky and was away this weekend when the Evil Genius to spectacularly ill...so Daddy had to deal with it for a change...and I'm not sorry about that.

I hope whoever's sick is well, soon.

Shade and Sweetwater,
K (who wishes you sweet dreams, if belatedly)

[Mental P Mama]

Ahhh the memories. I hope everyone is on the mend, and the nasty virus doesn't spread... Lots of Ginger Ale, Pedialyte and saltine hugs.

[Bob Cleveland]

(I auto have a bed like that one.)

Which reminds me. I haven't seen the word "barf" in ages and ages and it reminds me of a certain mission trip to Jamaica on which all the kids started drawing beautiful pictures on the barf bags, on the return trip. And ... if you can't guess what they called THAT, let me know and I'll clue you in.

A twisted mind helps in such matters, you know.