stylar

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So what a fucking day! My hubby brought me breakfast. Ate it. Horked it.
My cat decided to go for a romp around the neighbor hood. She came home battered and bleeding. She had to have surgery. $1100. Thank the higher beings that my father-in-law loves me because he paid for it.
She gets to wear a fucking cone. Yay me, on top of not eating myself I now get to HAND FEED a fucking cat, she is soooo lucky I love her.
I decided this morning would be a good day to babysit for a friend/family member. A 2yr old, a 5yr old and a 7yr old....add that on top of my already crazy 7yr old and a hurt cat, AND the fact that the 2yr old decided to take a CRAP in my kitchen.......its been interesting.

I have learned this today:

Kids poop more than they eat.
Vet E.R.'s are really just rape stations.
I am more resilient than I EVER gave myself credit for.
Some breakfast foods taste the same going in as coming out.

and last but not least, when a 2 year old tells you she needs to poop, it means she NEEDED to poop, like five minutes before she told you and she no longer needs to poop now.