The Sweet Husband

This is the day to get out of the way

First, I have to inform you, I realize this shouldn't be a laughing matter. I am NOT insensitive, I realize this would not be funny if it happened to me. HOWEVER, it didn't happen to me, so guess what?  I can't catch my breath from laughing so hard.

Not only am I living in the house with a tempermental man, a paranoid schizophrenic, and a visiting, very dramatic, teenager, Beginning very early this morning, all three of them have come down with a stomach virus and we have two bathrooms. Most of the day, this has not been a problem, but apparently about an hour ago, the medicine began wearing off.

PawPaw jumps up and runs to the front bathroom, a couple of minutes later the granddaughter jumps up and is running down the hall to the back bathroom, and about that time the bedroom door swings open and my daughter, runs out into the hall and screams, oh my god, they beat me to the bathroom and turns around and runs back into her bedroom, then comes back out, yells oh my god again, and runs out the front door.

I have, by then, collapsed on the couch, and honestly, do not even want to know what she is doing on the front lawn, then the other two come back in the living room, the grandchild runs to the front door and yells, Aunt Sheryl, the bathrooms are empty, Sheryl runs into the house like the FBI is chasing her and screams you people get out of the way.

I may need to go to the ER, I can't breathe.