It’s been a wild week at the reverendhousehold. Tuesday night J and C threw up almost simultaneously and have been puny since then. M threw up yesterday afternoon but seems a little better off. I was very worried it was norovirus so I’ve been bathing every surface with bleach spray stuff and my house smelled like a swimming pool.

Today everyone is looking better, and the symptoms have not moved to the southern hemisphere as of yet, so I’ve been a little less vigilant about the bleach, while still being uber-vigilant about the hand washing. Yesterday I washed my hands 30 times, easy. Body Shop Hemp Hand Protector=Worth Every Penny.

I’m reading The Happiness Project and enjoying it. Lots of fun little tidbits about what makes us happy, and not. For example: venting one’s anger does NOT dissipate it, it makes it worse. (Damn.) Also, people are made happier by change and novelty, not by routine. Heh—sure would be nice to convince the institutional church of that! Which goes to the point I’ve seen expressed many times, that people are terrible at predicting what will make them happy.

We had our third snow of the season this past weekend, our fourth two days ago, and our fifth is predicted this weekend. It will be another Snowpocalypse. Goody! I’ve already got Tiny Church people saying we should go ahead and cancel church. Can we wait until at least one snowflake falls?

R and I met for our “monthly” sit-down to plan family stuff. I put monthly in quotes because we’re not real regular about it. The next few months are about boring stuff like taxes and setting up 529 college savings plans. Bleh. But it will be so huge to have some of those niggling financial things behind us.

C has been bringing home books from the school library that are from the Black Lagoon series. The idea is that the principal (vice principal, school nurse) has the reputation of being really scary and mean and eating children and decorating the office with kids’ bones and such… until the kid has to go to the principal’s office or the nurse and realizes that they’re actually nice. The books manage not to be preachy and are kinda cute.

Anyway, the girls wrote The Mommy from the Black Lagoon today:

We have a mommy and she is from the Black Lagoon.

Her room has seaweed hanging in it. And if you come in without knocking, you get spanked 100 times.

If you don’t clean your room, our mom will put spiders in your pillow.

There’s supposed to be skeletons and bats and spiders and yucky bloody butterflies in the basement. There’s also a yucky bloody lamp that has a blood light in it.

And always outside there’s supposed to be bloody bloody flowers. [most of the preceding came from M and C finally told her to cool it on the blood because “you’re freaking me out.”]

There’s a trolley on the road that’s black black and filled with spidery kitties.

She also feeds you bananas that are green or brown, not yellow.
And guts.

I threw up in the middle of the night, and I had to go in Mommy’s room.

I was worried there would be dripping pictures of Aurora on the wall.

Instead, there were sweet-smelling candles in my mommy’s room.

And my mom looked pretty normal.

She brought me to the potty, and then I threw up.

She cleaned up my bed and gave me a bowl.

I guess my mommy is pretty nice after all.

The End.