|Steer clear of us for a bit!|
Wednesday morning started with Syd issuing the stuff, exorcist style all over the bed, within moments of waking up. Definitely a case of taking Halloween costumes too seriously. And also a tick in the negatives column for co sleeping.
I hate my kids being ill. And ill he was. The puking continued for 20 hours. He kept looking at me with horror, seemingly puzzled as to why Mummy couldn't make the bad thing stop. It is so hard when they are too small to explain to, and his distress was almost as upsetting as the horrible mess. Eventually having gone through every item of clothing we both own on account of no aim and no warning, he stopped, and is on the mend, if a little lacking in appetite still.
Of course as he got better my thought turned to who's next? No - you do NOT decide. My house is not a weird literally sick version of the Big Brother house with a public vomit vote. ( Channel 5 -if you are reading do NOT think that is a good idea and start a new series)
No. No vote. It was in the lap of Lord Upchuck- God of Spew. He pointed his evil finger at the teen. Who at the time was 30 miles from home at a gig for a teen pop sensation. My Mum, who is among the loveliest creatures there is, picked her up and drove her home. Bless her. And bless my daughter who had been so looking forward to the show, and is now huddled under a duvet, next to a bucket, with a decidedly green hue.
Meanwhile, the rest of us bide our time, over-analysing each gurgle of our tummies, hoping that we will be left alone this time....
Miss slightly queasy Cisco XXX
***update*** life being what it is an' all, bit busy with all the vomit, this didn't get posted when I planned it to be. The middler and the Other half have since been ill, tho not quite to the extent of the other two. I am some kind of Super Hero/genetic freak/slow developer and am yet to be ill. Long may that remain the case!