We've been really fortunate with the absence of illness recently. I'm hoping it's a benefit of having had every known bug known to man in the first few years of my parenthood. Maybe, now we're not so sleep deprived, we don't have to incubate every illness we come across. That's an encouraging thought.
It couldn't last forever though. The night before last, I awoke to a vague whimpering sound. As I came to - it was apparent that Nathan had also recently woken up. Poor chap had woken up lying in his own vomit. His main concern was being so cold.
So - saving you any more unpleasant details - the rest of the night was no fun. Suffice to say - little sleep was had, and much laundry was created.
Nathan's school has a policy that following this sort of bug, you can't go back until you've been vomit free for 48 hours. All fair enough. Yesterday Nathan was not too bad, but today he's pretty much back to normal. He's downstairs playing with some toys as I type.
And actually I'm grateful. Here I am - having to be at home - doing enforced stopping. (I'm also grateful that my children are now old enough to at least attempt aiming their vomit into an appropriate receptacle - although I did promise no more unpleasant details...)
Don't get me wrong, I've spent a lot of time doing housework, and other jobs. However, I've also been building marble runs, playing dominoes, driving cars, being read stories (Nathan very rarely lets anyone read to him at the moment, but he does like an audience for his reading...) and sitting with him on the sofa. Nathan is a very companionable chap.
So I'm not rushing off to do x, y and z today. I'm off to chill out with the boy xx
