You have my sympathies. That sounds like the kind of thing that would be precocious and cute if it wasn't your face and your blissful unconsciousness in the equation. Then again, I think I'd like to hear a charming little 'okite' instead of 'hhk-hhk-hhk-hhgwarrrrlf' when I wake up. I'll take a thwap in the face over a congealing sensation of dread at having to start the day with paper towels and carpet cleaner.
And I forgot - I also flipped back a nail dragging the pup away from chasing the second cat through the hork pile. Ow.
Dude. You need to go back to bed and start over. Take a mulligan or something. This isn't the pros
I'll take my wake up anytime. Blood, shit, guts, body parts. No problem. Not fun, but I can deal.
You hork. I hork. simple equation.
Any sign of it and I go off. I do the diaper stuff around here for the most part. but baby barf? uh uh, no way. My body just will not let me even contemplate it. Thinking about it sets me off half the time.
That's why I ran screaming from the cabaret.