Sugar Toast and Sprite

About eight years ago, Roser and I decided to host a family friendly New Year's Eve party. We set up the garage for the kids, and bought the food and the booze. We had invited about fifty people, (Around twenty families) and then I got one of the worst cases of the flu that I can remember. It lasted about four days, right through the proposed New Years Eve bash. Roser is not the type to do that sort of thing on his own, so he had to call everyone at two in the afternoon to let them know the party had been cancelled.

The other night we were at a small Christmas celebration, and one of my friends recommended (insisted) that Roser and I host a New Year's Eve party. We finally agreed. We came home, and XX5 woke up in the middle of the night, sick to her stomach. She was in my bed, throwing up everything, and then, nothing, for twelve hours. I mostly stayed close by her in bed, since I got no sleep the night before, and tried to get her to eat saltines, and drink flat Sprite. I thought maybe the mere commitment to a New Years party is enough to encourage the plague to visit our house.

Right now, I have Spiderman 3 on in the background. "Why?" you might ask, "Why, on a Monday morning would you have an action movie aimed at ten year old boys on in the background?" That would be because my ten year old boy is sitting here beside me, with the barf bowl, and a can of Sprite. Yep, another one has been felled by the stomach flu. I am pushing on with the party, in the hopes that I will not be barfing when the time comes. Wish me luck!