Sick of being sick

What can you say about kids being ill? Basically it's a pain in the frickin' neck.

Obviously, it's worrying too. You hope that it's nothing too bad, and that they get better soon. Our youngest has been poorly this week. We're not really sure what it is, but it doesn't seem life threatening. However it has been quite tedious, especially since he has been throwing up for a good part of the week and we've been confined to base for most of it. As his older brother has been fine it has been even tougher, as he's practically been bouncing off the walls. It might have been better if they had both been projectile vomiting.

I'm not an unsympathetic father, but there does come a point when you're rinsing vomit out of the umpteenth change of clothes of an evening, when doing a Reggie Perrin feels like a good career move.

Mummy has gone out this evening, which I don't begrudge her, but in the meantime, sick toddler has woken up and summoned a strength he hasn't had all week to demonstrate that neither me nor his beloved Nanny will do when it comes to wrestling him back into his cot. After lying like on the couch a limp rag all week, he's suddenly turned into Avocado Baby with the strength of ten.

It's good that he's back to his old self I suppose, but mummy, please come home soon, for all our sakes.