Making your hungover sick child soup

MJ

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Ritchie Cunningham's Mom would have made him soup. She was a great Mom. :smile:
 

vraiblonde

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Let me tell you what my mother did the first (and last) time I came home drunk:

I stagger in and she starts the, "Where in the hell have you been??? ARE YOU DRUNK???"

"Argh," says I, "I feel terrible. Can you please let me go to bed and yell at me tomorrow?"

So I stumble off to bed and the next morning I wake to this.....stench. And singing....really LOUD singing.

"OH what a beautiful MORNING! OH what a beautiful DAY!!" Ma trills, "Look! I made you breakfast!" And there in her evil hands was a plate, filled with (urk) chili-cheese omelet.

As I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, she's standing over me, "Bet you feel like a big woman now! Fun to get drunk, isn't it? Keep puking! Make room for this omelet!!"

Last time I ever came home drunk. :dead: So, sure. I'd make him some soup. :evil:
 

ocean733

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vraiblonde said:
Let me tell you what my mother did the first (and last) time I came home drunk:

I stagger in and she starts the, "Where in the hell have you been??? ARE YOU DRUNK???"

"Argh," says I, "I feel terrible. Can you please let me go to bed and yell at me tomorrow?"

So I stumble off to bed and the next morning I wake to this.....stench. And singing....really LOUD singing.

"OH what a beautiful MORNING! OH what a beautiful DAY!!" Ma trills, "Look! I made you breakfast!" And there in her evil hands was a plate, filled with (urk) chili-cheese omelet.

As I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, she's standing over me, "Bet you feel like a big woman now! Fun to get drunk, isn't it? Keep puking! Make room for this omelet!!"

Last time I ever came home drunk. :dead: So, sure. I'd make him some soup. :evil:

My mom did something VERY similar to that.:shocking:
 
M

Mousebaby

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:roflmao:

I am so glad I am a geek and never had that lovely experience! :lmao:
 

Agee

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The best cure is to find out what they got their buzz-on with the night before, and have a few mugs of it waiting for them the next morning... Serve it up with a hearty breakfast of scrapple, under-cooked eggs and beef liver...
 
M

Mousebaby

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Airgasm said:
The best cure is to find out what they got their buzz-on with the night before, and have a few mugs of it waiting for them the next morning... Serve it up with a hearty breakfast of scrapple, under-cooked eggs and beef liver...


That would make me sick and I don't even drink! :barf:
 

Lilypad

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Make him sleep in the bathtub-it's close to the toilet!
Make plenty of fluids available and give him his favorite blanky. :huggy:
 

This_person

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Lilypad said:
Make him sleep in the bathtub-it's close to the toilet!
Make plenty of fluids available and give him his favorite blanky. :huggy:
Then, when they're sober enough, ream the living sh1t out of 'em.
 
vraiblonde said:
Let me tell you what my mother did the first (and last) time I came home drunk:

I stagger in and she starts the, "Where in the hell have you been??? ARE YOU DRUNK???"

"Argh," says I, "I feel terrible. Can you please let me go to bed and yell at me tomorrow?"

So I stumble off to bed and the next morning I wake to this.....stench. And singing....really LOUD singing.

"OH what a beautiful MORNING! OH what a beautiful DAY!!" Ma trills, "Look! I made you breakfast!" And there in her evil hands was a plate, filled with (urk) chili-cheese omelet.

As I'm sprawled on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet, she's standing over me, "Bet you feel like a big woman now! Fun to get drunk, isn't it? Keep puking! Make room for this omelet!!"

Last time I ever came home drunk. :dead: So, sure. I'd make him some soup. :evil:
First, and last, time I came home drunk, the doors were locked (missed curfew too). Had to ring the doorbell to get in. Father just looked at me in disgust as I stumbled up the stairs to bed. My mother woke me at 7:00 later that morning and said "Get up, your father needs your help with the car. He was doing the front brakes and changing the oil. A job he was MORE than capable of doing without my help. I went out and did the old "hand me the 9/16 socket" deal while he layed under the car and did the work. As we were pouring the old oil into a milk jug for disposal he said to me "so, how do you feel this morning?" "Like crud" says I. "Gonna do it again?" he asks. "Nope" says I. "Good, next time I won't unlock the door."
 

donbarzini

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My mother made sure she woke up an hour before I did that morning and boiled two heads of cabbage at 8:00am. I NEVER, EVER came home drunk again.
 

keekee

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I have made the soup on a couple of occasions.
I also stood over them and said, "Sucks, doesn't it."

I don't freak out... I think the beast itself is the best teacher.
My teens learned quickly that it really sucks to hug the toilet all night. :yay:
Neither of them are big on getting trashed...
 

jenbengen

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I fortunately never got busted drunk, but my sister came home really drunk one night and asked my mom for help. My mom (usually the Donna Reed type) watched my sister throw up on her sheets and left her on her own. LOL. I did see my mom quietly check on her to make sure she wasn't actually poisoned, lol, but my sister never knew that. To this day, she says that she never did it again because of how mom reacted. :lmao:
 

jenbengen

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keekee said:
I have made the soup on a couple of occasions.
I also stood over them and said, "Sucks, doesn't it."

I don't freak out... I think the beast itself is the best teacher.
My teens learned quickly that it really sucks to hug the toilet all night. :yay:
Neither of them are big on getting trashed...


I agree that for most the actual hangover and getting sick is a really good lesson that can't be ignored. I know that one really bad incident of being sick we me over ten years ago has still cured me of ever getting that smashed again. It was awful.
 

bohman

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I intend to be a merciless SOB if my kids present me with this situation. I will employ several of the solutions mentioned above, and all the ibuprofen will mysteriously turn up missing. Hopefully they can be smart enough to do what I did, which was to never let a hangover happen till I got to college, and could skip class to nurse a hangover in peace. :whistle:

For the moment, I will breathe easy knowing that my 1 1/2 year old has many years to go before I have to think hard about this.
 
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