IF YOU ARE EATING PLEASE DON'T READ ON!
Last Saturday night I had my usual Footy Manager session. I stay up till around 4 am after ending the season by winning everything.
I listen to some music on my headphones in bed. My 17 year old special needs step daughter comes in and announces that she has wet the bed. This happens semi regularly. I MUST ALSO POINT OUT THAT WE ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE IN THE HOUSE.
Ok. I put a towel over the damp patch, tuck her in, then go back to bed. 30 minutes later she comes back into my room and, whilst grinning, announces that once again she has wet the bed; cue another towel, cue another tucking in. I returned to try and get some sleep.
An hour later I hear rumblings from the other room but try and ignore them. 10 minutes later I look up to see said step daughter standing just inside my door with a bath towel in her hands. Whilst trying hard to open my poor eyes I focus on some strange marks on the towel which are definitely not part of the pattern.
She announces that this time she has pooed the bed and proceeds to let a fully formed mini frankenfurter fall from the towel onto my bedroom floor. This gets me out of bed pretty sharpish and I scoop up the offending turd with toilet paper.
I check, because I have to, if she has wiped her arse and alas, no she hasn't. I start to do it for her( I do this as little as possible normally) and my fingers pierce the paper and get smothered in rich sticky shit which considering my alcohol consumption nearly made me gag.
I clean myself up and put her in the bath and then go into her room to get rid of the soiled sheets. Unfortunately, she had already taken the sheet off before shitting the bed and she had tried to clean it off the mattress with the bath towel with just left foul smelling streaks of shit all over the mattress.
I start to clean off the mattress as best I can although it's pretty well rubbed in and start to feel hard bits. I look at the edge of the bed and realise that I have been sweeping the peanuts in her shit to the mattress edge and they are lined up along the lip of the mattress. I VERY NEARLY lose everything in my stomach but somehow manage not to.
The day after, after 3 scrub downs, it's a lost cause and I have to take the mattress outside ready for chucking. The final indignity was that it was quite thick and small stairs meant that it overpowered me and I had smelly shit stains in my face twice.
I didn't feel well the day after. This is my story. I hope you can laugh at the thing I call my life.
If you were eating I did warn you.