'Tis the Season Part II

Ahhhh....the joys of the season. The lights, the music, the beautiful carols and yes, Virginia.....those vomitous children.

CastleMonk is once again under siege. This year's epic tale has begun with the little Liver Pie. Poor dear, she seems to have contracted the lion's share of illness this past month. She began her vomitous episode yesterday afternoon around 1 pm. I, of course, was not home at the time.

However, The Mad Monk handled the situation beautifully. She urped in the hall floor and he simply cleaned it up. This is not the same man that I married, mind you. The man that I married wouldn't share a drink, especially if a child had partook of it. He couldn't change Sis's diapers when she was a newborn without dry heaving through the entire process. Most of the time it ended with him running from the room with his hand clutched firmly over his mouth and MadMomma finishing the job. But my, oh my, how my Beloved has changed! He is THE man and I am so proud of him!

Thankfully, little Liver Pie is better today. The gamut of the virus has run it's course and is...uh...headed south, so to speak. I realized this when the Liver Pie told me that she puked out poopy (i.e. her way to describe "the runs"). The Mad Girl has a new nickname for little Liver entitled "Pukerella". We have told her this is NOT provoking one another to love and good works and perhaps a new, kinder name might be appropriate. Definitely not one involving the new phase of the virus!

However, despite Liver Pie's speedy recovery, now is the hardest time of any illness for us. It is the Russian roulette of any semi-large family. We wait. Who will be next? We once again stop to consider before eating any food item, "would I be willing to throw this up?" Yes, I know, you are aghast at my cavalier approach to this unseemly subject. This is, however, a fact of life around here. We are all for one and one for all so to speak. It's not if, but when. No amount of Lysol will protect you from the stomach virus that has no mercy. Nope. Golden Boy chooses to live in a dream world and think that if he spends enough time at his grandparent's house that he can out run it. He's a sad, foolish little boy. It will find him...eventually. It will find all of us.

So, while you all enjoy the many wonderful holiday foods such as pumpkin bread, eggnog, cookies and so on, please remember our poor little family. Look at your plate piled high with goodies and then stop. Reflect. Then ask yourself this question: "Am I willing to throw this up?"