Puke and a Bit of Gratuitous Shoe Porn

I know that when you have kids, particularly a large bevy of kids, that you expect a lot of puke and poop.  That bodily expulsions are part of the whole parenthood contract.  And that the tummy virus, while vile, is not serious. 

But let's at least admit the heavy costs of this darn bug:  the staggering loss of sleep. The 2am run the the pharmacy for Zofran (during which, going 60 mph down a wooded road, I am pretty sure a hit a possum.  Sorry, possum.)  And the next day, when all you want to do is lie on the couch, all the CLEANUP you face.  The breathtaking amount of laundry - I think I did NINE loads yesterday.  The steam cleaning of rugs.  The futile Lysol-ing of every surface.

We are going on day eleven of various children in various stages of sickness and recovery.  Poor Sylvie still continues to spout poop like the Old Faithful of diarrhea.  (Sorry for that image.)  Her bottom is red and angry, despite being changed every 3 minutes.

But hopefully we are on the upswing here,  We had better be, because PVT leaves in a few days for his annual Golfapalooza trip.  I am sure PVT is thanking his lucky stars he was here for Barfapalooza, because if he had left me with 5 puking, pooping kids for four days while he played golf, stayed at a resort, drank beer and ate steak, he would have heard about it for the REST OF HIS LIFE.

Now I'll leave you with these sparkly holiday shoes, just so you don't abandon my gross puke-filled blog forever.

Party on.