Est Iens Ut Sit Ibi Vomitorium. There Will Be Puke. That is my family motto. I’m looking for someone to make a sigil for me. Anyone interested?
They never make it to the toilet. That’s a fact. When there is stomach flu in my house, they run straight for me. If I had a nickel for every chunk of barf I have picked out of my hair, I’d be able to pay for the highlights I so desperately need.
One of the joys of being a parent is the unconditional love your kids have for you. Unfortunately this also means feet in the face at midnight, never being able to pee by yourself, hiding in the closet to make phone calls, and the occasional lap full of vomit. It’s the price you pay for being Numero Uno.
Being a single parent of four school aged kids is a rollicking adventure. Someone asked me once – how do you do it? How do you take care of four kids, a dog, two cats, a house and also run a business? “ Organization and determination” I answered, flippantly.
I lied. And what a big stinky whopper it was.
Truth? It is mostly a cocktail of humour, coffee, sticktoitiveness, iron britches and booze.
Hence the motto. You have to laugh through this kind of thing. Life is too short to be miserable. There is going to be puke. Might as well joke your way through it.
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