As our best-laid plans often seem to go, I had intended to post earlier this week, telling you all about the insanity of waiting on line in the cold for four hours to buy ticket’s to a 5 year old’s recital. And while that by itself warrants a post, my week was waylaid by a far more pressing issue: VOMIT. (aka: barf, hurl, puke, throw-up, spew, ralph, upchuck, hork, etc.) While one of the more unpleasant aspects of this parenting gig, vomit is also an inevitable aspect. And this week, I had WAY more than my fair share of this unpleasant aspect of this parenting gig.  Before you think I’m…