My view today....

This is the world from my view this afternoon. I held out as long as possible, but have succumbed to that which has cursed my happy dozen for a week now. I am the eighth to be tackled by the black death, so far. As of yet, since I do no consume the morning meal, I have avoided bowing to the porcelain receptacle. However, the rebellion my digestive tract is attempting on the rest of my being is reprehensible. As far as I can tell, I am prevailing against this slow march to death, but I am well aware that circumstances can change at any moment. For now, with all my being, we resist this attempt at incapacitation as we watch for the traps and snares set by a desperate and underhanded enemy. If I am captured or killed by this unrelenting force of evil black death, then know that I did not go down without a fight. And, for those of you men who have survived and vanquished this, seemingly, immortal enemy, I salute you!



Farewell and Godspeed to you, my brave and worthy men, may we meet again on this side of Heaven.
PoserDad <><

Puking Children

I remember puking as a child a very few times... I remember my children puking what seems like hundreds of times... And tonight was one of those times.
2 of my little princesses regurgitated enough dinner to make any ruminant jealous. I was amazed that that much food could fit inside either one of them, but horrified that it all came back out.
I am not a patient man, I am not a comforter, I am not a good nurse. My wife is an excellent nurturer, my wife is an excellent comforter, my wife is an excellent nurse to the children... My wife is also out of town... for the weekend.
Ah, the joys of fatherhood. Stripping beds full of vomit. Chiseling plastered puke from the carpeted floor. Bathing fully coated little girls in the middle of the night, just to have them add their technicolor wonder to the bath water.....
It is past midnight, so it is tomorrow already.... it is Friday the 13.... And I get to burn up a vacation day to hold my little girls in a way that only a father can... at arms distance with the neckline of my shirt pulled up in a vain attempt to have it act as some sort of magical filtering barrier to protect me from the puke molecules.

Children are great-- no, they are awesome. I love my kids.... even when they blow chunks all over me...