Family Affairs and other matters

Sorry. No way of commenting on my previous post today. I don’t know what happened – I think it’s sorted now.

I have spent the entire night and day mopping up sick. My house smells of “eau de Vom” – and I am burning smelly candles and spraying air freshener in an attempt to disguise the smell. My youngest son came back from his dad’s with a stomach ache – I was furious when I was warned by my ex that he might have the norovirus, because his “fiance’s” (sorry, but I’m going to have to put it in inverted comma’s until I get used to the idea) children all had it….I pointed out how irresponsible I thought it was to merge the kids if they were ill – he told me I was being unreasonable because everybody’s got it anyway and then I had to clean up sick every hour through the night.

The worst bit was when I put him to bed in his very high bunk. This might have been a stupid move, but it was vaguely in the hope that he would be fine once asleep. Instead he woke up vomiting and by the time I got to him he had managed to cover himself in it and before I had a chance to get out of the way, he lent over the side of the bed and vomited on top of my head.

The joys of motherhood.

At that point I was thinking my cup has truly runneth over. What a day.

Today all three of my children were off sick and I’ve been disinfecting things and mopping up all day and I’ve done about 8 loads of washing.

I am taking bets as to whether I’m going to catch it or not.

Watch this space.

My youngest has chosen a poem to read at school – I think it pretty much sums up my post called “Throwing a Sickie” – it’s called “I can’t Go To School by Shel Silverstein:-

“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
And there’s one more … that’s seventeen!
And don’t you think … my face looks green?

My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.

My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my spine is weak.
I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent – my spine ain’t straight.
My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is …

… WHAT?

What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is … Saturday?

G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

Brilliant. So true.