Back in the olden days there would be a black X painted upon our door this week because this week TheMadHouse has become The Sick House.
It started on Monday Night when Mini vomited in his sleep allover himself and his bedding, so we cleaned him up changed his bed and popped him back and he went straight to sleep. Now I have to say at this point although I vomited my way through two successful pregnancies and many unsuccessful ones, I hate sick. I really do.
So when he was sick again we popped him into our bed and gave up on finding any more clean bedding till the morning. Bad mistake because he the proceeded to do it all over again in our bed - poor little man. We eventually gave up and all huddled under a blanket downstairs for the rest of the night until MadDad gave up and went to work!
Tuesday day time he was fine, but to be on the safe side I made sure he ate only bland food, whilst I tackled the washing hockey koky (you know the one, you pop it on the line, it rains you bring it in, the sun comes out, you put the washing out, in, out, in , out all day).
Tuesday and Wednesday nights were a repeat of Monday night except I covered all the beds with every towel we had in the house!
By Thursday evening my mum had decided to take pity on me and offered to take Mini over night and face the vomit monster. So off round I dropped him, putting my headache down to tiredness. Mini actually sleep through Thursday night with my Mum, no vomit at all, but alas I didn't. Oh no I had caught the dreaded lurgy. I spent Friday night much the same and then last night MadDad came down with it.
Maxi (touching wood) still seems fine and I am going to bleach the house to an inch of its life today in the hope of keeping him that way.
I am so pleased that school doesn't start until the 6th September.