Last night at about 3 in the morning I was sitting up in bed with both boys. Michael smiled up at me (he’s a cheerful little boy), vomitted all over me and fell back asleep. I put him down and turned my attention to Daniel who was grumpy and very warm. He reacted enthusiastically to this attention and vomitted all over me also. So, we got up, changed the boys, stripped the bed, rinsed the duvet and pillows and dabbed ineffectually at the mattress, remade the bed, fed Daniel some Calpol and persuaded them to go back to sleep. Poor Daniel passed a very miserable night and, in consequence, so did we.
This morning, the Princess inspected her sick little brother and announced “I’m sick too”. “Hmm” I thought. She took a bucket to bed for her nap in the afternoon “in case I get sick”. And she did. To prove me wrong she spent the remainder of the afternoon throwing up into a bucket while watching and rewatching Cinderella on the television. They have all gone to bed now and the house is festooned with drying bed linen and duvets and it smells of vomit and disinfectant. It’s delightful here.
Could it get better? Oh yes, did I mention that Michael is getting his first tooth?
gah! pesky germ spreading kids x
oh dear. your phrase ‘dabbing ineffectually at the mattress’ is so, so true. we’ve had some of that going on here. hope everyone is on the mend soon (and that you don’t get it).
Other than that, how did you enjoy the play, Mrs. Lincoln?
Ah Bless, Hope they feel better soon!
(de-lurking, been reading allong for a while!)
Indeed Minks, sounds like things are a bit unpleasant round your way also.
Kristin, your words are prophetic, have spent the morning vomitting interspersed with reading fairy tales (most unwisely, I opted to keep the Princess home from school, she is, however, entirely recovered and bouncing off the walls).
BroLo, quite.
Hello Nynke, thank you for delurking – very exciting. I think they all feel better now but poor me…