Tonight I have arrived home to an eerily quiet house.
Slowly I made my way suspiciously into the house & located Dementor 1 & 2 watching different episodes of Denis Daily on separate TVs. Who I’m convinced is using some sort of mind control trick from within the screen.
This idyllic scene was quickly broken by several animalistic sounding growls & groans floating down the stairs. Fighting my initial instinct, to head back to work, I gingerly climbed the stairs towards what sounded like an angry bear dislodging a hair ball.
Opening the bathroom door while quietly praying that it was indeed an angry bear, I was met by the sight of the Marvellous one on her knees hugging the porcelain of the throne.. damn, why couldn’t it have been said Bear!
Its all shits and giggles, minus the giggles!
My main concern, now that Gentle Ben’s maniacal sister is tucked up in bed & D1 and D2 are soon to follow, is that sickness has arrived at our front door.
It’s not the fluids that will be expelled, the potential for the kids to catch this bug, the beck & call I will be at or even the possible pain I myself face enduring by contracting this virus, nope it’s the timing!
This weekend sees the beginning of the Six Nations Rugby competition, I’ll not be pleased if I have to watch it from the toilet
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