Baby Cthulhu approves of you.
My daycare baby is possessed. DO NOT WANT.
I just happened to be walking past her right before lunch and she decided to vomit blood. No, you read that right. She puked blood up all over herself. Residual stomach lining and dried blood. Along with some nice looking blood clots. Luckily my mom was still home. Because I sprinted down the hall doing some kind of frantic jazz hands thing. The kid's mom wasn't freaked out, so I chilled out. I had to do two loads of the kids laundry today though. Plus washing part of her car seat out. Hurr. On the bright side, I got my check (or cheque as you cheeky Canucks say) today. Wow, fifty whole bucks. I should go crazy. I should time travel to 1800 when that was like, a million dollars.
I never thought I could handle things like this. However, I changed the worst shitty diaper ever earlier and still managed to eat some very yummy Taco Bell. Awesome. Maybe I should look into becoming a mortician after all. Dead people don't squirm around when you try to change their clothes. They smell about the same as babies, only a little more ripe though.
Other than this shit? I haven't been doing anything. I've been playing a bit of the old GTA: San Andreas for the PS2. I don't even do missions. I wander around killing hookers. And skydiving! Good times.
I'm currently running on roughly six hours of sleep and a brief, light nap. My crazy. Let me show you it soon.
I just happened to be walking past her right before lunch and she decided to vomit blood. No, you read that right. She puked blood up all over herself. Residual stomach lining and dried blood. Along with some nice looking blood clots. Luckily my mom was still home. Because I sprinted down the hall doing some kind of frantic jazz hands thing. The kid's mom wasn't freaked out, so I chilled out. I had to do two loads of the kids laundry today though. Plus washing part of her car seat out. Hurr. On the bright side, I got my check (or cheque as you cheeky Canucks say) today. Wow, fifty whole bucks. I should go crazy. I should time travel to 1800 when that was like, a million dollars.
I never thought I could handle things like this. However, I changed the worst shitty diaper ever earlier and still managed to eat some very yummy Taco Bell. Awesome. Maybe I should look into becoming a mortician after all. Dead people don't squirm around when you try to change their clothes. They smell about the same as babies, only a little more ripe though.
Other than this shit? I haven't been doing anything. I've been playing a bit of the old GTA: San Andreas for the PS2. I don't even do missions. I wander around killing hookers. And skydiving! Good times.
I'm currently running on roughly six hours of sleep and a brief, light nap. My crazy. Let me show you it soon.