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This is something I really shouldn’t tell, but it’s so funny.
The Valentine’s candy went on sale, 75% off everything, so I bought several boxes of Russell Stover’s little heart boxes with three pieces in each one for only 25 cents each.Each box has a chocolate cream piece, a caramel piece, and a chocolate coconut piece.
Well, it appears that Poppy decided to eat some while I was at work the other night but didn’t finish the box and fell asleep. I work overnight and he works during the day. During the four days a week I work we sleep at different times. So when I get ready to go to sleep yesterday morning, I find a mess in the bed. There is brown “stuff” all over the bottom sheet and there is little pieces of something in it. I don’t want to touch the sheets so I get the disposable gloves and start stripping the bed, complaining the whole time that he had an accident and didn’t bother to clean it up. I’m also worried because nothing like this has ever happened and I’m worried that he has developed some kind of poop problem.
I change the sheets and take the mattress pad off and get them into the washer with bleach and soap, spray the mattress down with Lysol. I only have one mattress cover so I have to wait until it’s dry to remake the bed, all the time worrying and complaining to myself. I finally get to sleep, but don’t sleep very well because of worry. When he comes home, I broach the subject. I figure that I will find out if I should be worried abut him and, if not, I’ll ***** at him about leaving such a nasty mess for me to deal with. He thinks I’ve lost my mind. He swears that he didn’t have any kind of accident. Well, I go looking for the pajama bottoms he had worn the night before and there it is; chocolate coconut candy mixed with chocolate cream with the little paper cup stuck in it. He had eaten the caramel piece and hadn’t replaced the lid on the box properly. He laid on the chocolate coconut and the chocolate cream pieces. But it did not look like candy! I didn’t smell anything when I was cleaning it up, but I was trying to avoid smelling anything. I really thought that he had had an accident of some kind in our bed. He got up, took his shower, and didn’t even notice the mess on his pj’s or the bed. (At least that’s his story.) I was very relieved because I was getting ready to call the home and get him a room.