Pain in the Patooty Family

This week has been tough on my poor hubby. He’s had to put up with his family. By Thursday, I’m sure he’d had enough of,

“Dad…I need this.”

“Honey, can you go get that?”

“Dad, did you remember my…?”

This week was project week. I love a project based school, but there are some nights……

I’ve been sick.

Bboo was sick.

We finally made it to Thursday evening…which meant Friday was coming, which meant a weekend was near!

After dinner, all we had left was to make a ton of peach cobbler for the Drama Queen’s project the next day. They were working on different foods from different countries and she chose America. I nixed the hot dog and said it had to be something real…and could be prepared the night before because although hot dogs may be an American food they certainly weren’t going to earn her an “A” and there was no way any one at school was going to cook them for her. So we decided on peach cobbler. Then we had to go through the 1000 reasons why we weren’t going to make it for the whole 5/6 section of school. (She lost that battle.)

I lost the battle of thinking we weren’t making extra for the family…one of which had to be gluten free for the Smart One. (BTW-it was delicious…and I couldn’t tell him “no” because the poor boy had hurt his elbow in wrestling and was in quite a bit of pain)

We finally get ready and realize we need butter. So dad goes to the store.

We get it all going and dad finally sits down…only to be informed that she is also supposed to provide plates and forks.

Back to the store he goes again.

By the time he gets home, we’re almost done; I’m grouchy because I still can’t breathe after a month of bronchitis, when suddenly.

The dog starts throwing up.

Again.

And again.

The only time she ever gets sick is if she’s found chocolate. You’d think she’s be smart enough not to search out something that makes her sick, but she will search for it anyway.

We finally realize by the looks of it that she’s gotten into the Smart One’s bag of chocolate cream cherries. And we find the half eaten bag outside in the back yard. She’s not happy because she’s sick. He’s not happy because she stole his candy.

Poor hubby isn’t happy because his wife is sick, the dog is sick, his son is hurt, and the Drama Queen needs too much tonight….oh..and to top it off, the Talented One is sick. Really. He’s gone to bed early because he feels terrible and we’re keeping him up as we deal with the dog.

We finally get the kennel by the door so she can go in and out and head to bed.

Leaving hubby downstairs…with the sick dog, sick son, and hurt son.

By morning, very early, I might add, it’s apparent that sick son and hubby have been up all night. The poor man finally resorted to bringing in the kennel because the poor dog was so miserable. And then he got a pillow and laid next to it on the floor so she would be comforted. (And he says he doesn’t like the dogs…yeah right!)

Apparently she threw up all night.

So did the Talented One.

I get up and get ready for work and school…only to have the Drama Queen inform me that she’s found vomit under my desk. I’m in the shower…can’t help.

Hubby gets up and cleans it. I tell Bboo that daddy has earned a day off because he has officially won the “My Family is a Pain in the Patooty” award! We go downstairs and tell him that he’s earned the day off and that he and the sick child can sleep all day.

And I leave for work.

A short while later, I receive the following text,

“Roxy should feel better soon. She just pooped two mountains on the carpet. Major yucky. I just sold her on Ebay.”

Yeah, the carpet cleaner is coming on Tuesday. And no, he really didn’t sell her on Ebay.

They eventually got some sleep and we went on our with day. Turns out the Smart One is in a sling and I am on more meds.

And this is why we just say, “It’s a Vivas Thing!”