1.   Another bug

2.  And another one

3.  Lost and found

Son 1 aged 3y 11m was so ill last night.  I was doing some Office work downstairs when there was a gruesome, bubbly, hacking, choking coughing session from upstairs.  I went up and I could smell the sick as soon as I got in the doorway.  (I have next to no sense of smell.)  He was lying in a pool of it.  On the bed.  On the pillow.  On his hair, on his pyjamas.  Son 2 aged 1 woke up. I put Son 1 in the bath, stripped him off, put on the shower and used J cloths to gather up the vast pile of undigested solids from the bed.  Then rolled it all up into a ball and put the washing machine on.  All the time, Son 2 was HOWLING.  It took me 45 minutes to clear up, wash Son 1, cuddle him and put him upstairs in the Big Bed.  Son 2 barely drew breath, and just got louder and louder and more and more extreme.  “I’ll just go downstairs and settle Son 2,” I said to poor, hot, ill Son 1.  “He’ll be so tired after all that crying that I’ll be back in a few minutes.”  It was nearly 1am by the time I got him to sleep.  He was just so wound up and worried and needy.  I rang The Man - on his way back from the Airport - and told him he was in with Son 2. 

He got back at 3am.      I woke up at 6.  Went to the loo and threw up.  I’ve been really ill all day.  But I’m off on Monday and Tuesday, and there was an Office meeting in The City, so I soldiered on.  The Man stayed at home with Son 2, whose nappies are still unfit for group childcare situations. Raging nappy rash as well, poor lamb. All this and our mega-both-boys-party tomorrow.  I took Son 1 to the New Nursery.  He ate toast for breakfast,  slept in the car on the way there… was very clingy when I was dropping him off… But looking on the bright side as always, it was School Photo day, so hopefully I’ll get a nice pic of him.  And he went swimming, and the teachers said he’d brightened up afterwards.  The Man brought him home at lunchtime.

I had a rough time on the way to The City, while I was there, and on the way back again. It’s a three-hour round trip, it was really hard and I probably shouldn’t have done it.  But… there’s a Waitrose near The City, so I bought a pile of food for the party.  It’s pretty low maintenance stuff but I think my bug gets me out of any food preparation.  I’ve never been to Waitrose before.  I lost my credit card wallet, and just as I was pushing the trolley up and down the aisle looking for it, my name was called over the Tannoy.  A lucky star overhead, obviously.