(warning: while The Author has attempted to be discrete, there are some who will find there is TMI. You’ve been warned).
One of the Mummyhood Joys that I don’t enjoy is taking care of sick kiddos. Especially when they pass the illness on to me! 😉
A good friend calls it “Hurl Watch”. I like that term, so I hereby steal it.
On Monday evening I was on Hurl Watch with Darling Daughter. I thought she had merely over exerted herself over the weekend – Parties. Late nights. Too much candy. You know the drill. She didn’t eat much Monday, but never complained of being sick. Then it started. It wasn’t too bad. She put herself to bed and by the morning was fine.
Exhaustion Theory Proven. Right?
I was rudely awoken at 5am on Thursday morning by Darling Son. Hurling a little too close for comfort. Change the sheets. Throw the Boy in the bath. And Hurl Watch begins. Thankfully we have wooden floors and rugs that can be put away. Because there’s no way to get this Boy to use a bucket. And somehow he always waits till my back is turned.
By the middle of the day I was feeling queasy myself, and at one point even declared that Darling Husband was on his own for Clean Up Duty as I ran from the room.
Exhaustion Theory Debunked. Completely.
Darling Son and I spent 2 days cuddled up either on the lounge watching movies or in bed snoring.
We’re feeling much better today, but I think that Darling Husband is still recovering from playing nurse and Mr Mom all at the same time.
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