Thursday, February 14, 2008
valentine's day pukefest
the cookies had been baked and were ready for frosting.
hearts had been strung around the kitchen and the house was as clean as i could get it in preparation for the next morning's party (read: counters were wiped, no pubes on toilet seat).
i had even made goodie bags. no joke.
E's valentines, finished for a week now, were resting nicely in his backpack, ready to be carried off to the kindergarten valentine's day crazy-fest of the upcoming day.
we were ready, damnit.
my shit was officially together.
which is precisely why, at approximately 2 a.m. i awoke to the whimpering, feverish cries of my five year old son in the next room. and it is also why, a few hours later, his brother puked all over my kitchen floor and the feet of his pajamas.
because that's just how it goes around here sometimes.
truthfully, it's kind of nice, i guess.
i mean, if i can get past all the whining, runny noses and the smell of vomit, i've got a free ticket to sitting on my ass all day, watching television in a clean house with a big plate of cookies all to myself!
things could be worse.
so, here's wishing you a happy (really) valentine's day whatever comes your way from us over here at germ central.