The story of my life.

It's 10 am and so far I've cleaned up two piles of puke in the hallway and one in Sophie's room, on the carpet, courtesy of Gammie, and I just now cleaned up a gigantic pile of puke in the sunroom from Crony Bob. Best part of all? Chris just finished mopping the floors, of course.

Mark my words, when these animals are all dead and the kids have all moved out, I'm building a brand-new house in which grandchildren and animals will not be allowed to set foot. Perhaps I'll build a deck around it for them to stand on when they visit me.

Or perhaps I'll just wave at them through the locked screen door.