Hi Everybody,
We have had a bout of stomach flu go through our house this week. I have to be thankful in that, other than me (being retchedly ill), I've only had to tally up two pukes; not bad in a family of 5.
So during the wee hours of the night, while I was picking food chunks off the sheets and scrubbing the mattress, I started to mentally compose a little plea which I'm sending to you!
It takes a lot of love to clean up someone else's puke. A lot of love. Before having children, my only contact with other people's puke was to gladly sidestep around it. Now that I am a mother, it never ceases to amaze me the lengths I will go to prevent the puke from landing on any absorbing surface; I will even catch the puke if it means saving the carpet (which I have done). Maybe it's not maternal love, but material love, that is to say, I love the carpet. In any case, that's a lotta love.
I know Canada had Thanksgiving last month but tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the U.S. If you haven't already done so, please, on my behalf, go right now to your loved ones - be it your mom, dad, best friend, stranger in the alley - whoever has been your puke cleaner-upper and say THANK YOU! Believe me, there is no other love like vomit-fortified love.
Oh, and here's a thought: If you are feeling stuck with your characters, have one of them vomit. Surely it will bring the band together.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
Kim
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Nov 21, 2007 - 13 35
You know, this very thing has indeed been one of the reasons I've always admired my mother. ;)
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Nov 23, 2007 - 06 08
Ahh, there is truth in what you say. I wonder if my abominably queasy stomach will ever have the fortitude to clean up the puke of my future children - they are now a mere concept of course. ^_~
There is also a great deal of humour in your words, thanks for the chuckle, it's made my morning.
I recall a particularly horrific night whose thanks is owed to an evil bowl of chili. I made so many trips to the great porcelain bowl that night, I'm sure my entire family lost count. Anyhow, on one particularly nasty trip, I didn't quite make the destination and instead wound up in the kitchen. I can still remember my mother's words as she sighed heavily at my heaving carcass on the floor and turned to my step-father:
"It's your turn."
I'll be sure to give both of them a hug the next time I see them.
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Nov 23, 2007 - 10 35
Hope everyone is feeling better and you are all out getting wonderful deals on this Black friday