Life is Art

I'm in a black mood today. Correction: I was in a black mood.

This morning as my children and I came downstairs, me with a huge pile of laundry on one hip and a wailing Nels holding my other hand, I heard the distinctive sound of my daughter vomitting on the floor. You know, you know what the sound is split seconds before you identify it? For a confused moment you're thinking, Did my child pee her pants? but you already know the answer is "No", so your mind then moves on to ... damnit. Puke.

Luckily we taught Sophtie to be a champion puker long ago so she was straightened out in no time (a quick bath, two pigtails so she could vomit unhindered). And life continued on, badly. It seemed stuffy and unwelcome in the family home - like my parents no longer want us (specifically, me) here; like we all need to get out of the house but they really don't all that much so I do (sick child and all) - a visit to the library, not so bad.

Other lowlights: trouble with Ralph. Making playdough for my children's school. This fucking sucked. My brother - saintly - helped me. It involved a lot of mess and a lot of kneading and I didn't even get anything to eat out of that. Oh, and of course my daughter puking, again and again. This afternoon as I dispassionately hold back her hair, "Yeah, that looks like your ice cream and peanut butter." She pukes in the car while waiting for drive-through coffee - "luckily" in my husband's coat.

On the other hand, this evening my husband, mom, and I watched Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan and during the naked hotel / fight scene my mom and I were laughing so hard, and for so long, it was painful.

Let's hope tomorrow continues on in that vein. Okay?

Labels: family life, film, FOO, Grazdma, hilarity, illness, Sophie