Well, it's been an interesting week so far. The weekend was remarkably laid back, with lots of hanging out and reading and not-doing-very-much. (I will get out into the garden to continue the tidy up. Sometime. Scout's honour.) On Monday I picked the boys up from school as normal. I also acquired an additional boy, as First Born's friend Cookie Monster came with us to let his mum go off and deal with an urgent errand. First Born was delighted by this but was also a bit quieter than normal, claiming he didn't feel too great.
He confirmed that he was indeed not well when we got out of the car at home and he proceeded to vomit violently, spectacularly and profusely all over the driveway. Huh. Well, I suppose it could be worse, driveways are easier to clean than say, beds or hall carpets after all. Ah but wait, he managed to throw up into the side pocket of his school bag at the same time. That takes talent. Or something.
Anyway, I had to throw lots of buckets of water down the driveway to try to get rid of FB's undigested lunch and then ..........clear out and scrub the side pocket of his bag. Whilst breathing through my mouth and thinking hard about something else. Thank goodness for Febreze, is all I can say.
FB continued to be sick during the night, usually with no warning (we suspect his dyspraxia-type issues mean his body gives him very little warning of such things) so clearly he was not going to school on Tuesday. I stayed home with him and we
So that was the first half of our week - typical of the unpredictable fun of parenting. In fact, I would hazard a guess that if you have managed to read this post without any nausea or queasiness yourself, then you probably have children too! If I am right in that, can you also tell me at what age you can be sure you will no longer have to scrape someone else's stomach contents off the carpet?