In the early hours of Sunday morning Nin came into our bedroom complaining that her belly hurt and promptly threw up on dh’s feet, which gave me something to smile about whilst I stripped the bed. It was a short bug and she was fine pretty quickly.
Last night I took myself off to bed early with Ted, planning to attend the Steiner co-op this morning (I keep trying and something always comes up). About half past midnight he was sick down my back. It was in my hair, it was in his hair, his ears, out of his nose, all over the top of the bed. I helped him up and he was sick over the rest of the bed. He continued to throw up about every 1/2 hour for the rest of the early morning hours, running out of ammo, only to have it topped up when I nodded off exhausted at around 7am and my *helpful* daughter gave him a cup full of orange juice, whereupon he started up again *sigh*.
There isn’t anymore clean bedlinen in the house, I don’t own a drier and it looks like rain outside. Ted is lying on a small cot mattress on the floor in the living room with an old baby blanket over him (because I don’t fancy cleaning sick out of the crevices of the sofa).
I will never again be smug about a child being sick on my husband.