Today I have a migraine (hence lolling round in bed til 11am. Ok, actually, I do that every Saturday...). Having got to CML (Critical Migraine Level) there came a point where I had to ask my 7 year old to run and fetch a bucket for me.
10 mins later as I sat hurling into the same bucket I soak pooey pants in (not mine!!), the dog buggers off, looking at me in disgust like I HAVE a choice, and my loving, caring children were heard to exclaim "ew! Mummy's being sick! Stay away from her!".
Er, excuse me children, I sat and cared for you during Norovirus knowing that in a days time that would be me. I've sat and held my hands out for you to vomit into when there's been no other receptacle. I've scooped sick out of the back seat of a car (not mine hehe 😏), and cleaned and changed 3 sets of bed sheets in the middle of the night when your projectile vomit hit both bunk beds AND the spare pull out bed! It also landed on my dads head as he was staying over, and it was in fact his screams that alerted me to said chundering, he's not stayed over since actually, but I digress. I've sat in the backs of cars with you and only a flimsy carrier bag with holes in to catch anything in, I've scrubbed carpets and accidentally flicked chunks at my ACTUAL face! And once......I can barely bring myself to say it.....it hit my lip.
My lip.
So is it too much to ask dear children, if maybe you just maybe asked "are you OK Mummy?". I mean, would it?? Or even maybe not to run in the opposite direction, screaming?
To be fair, if I weren't their Mum, quite frankly I'D run in the opposite direction. I mean, you would! Wouldn't you?!
10 mins later as I sat hurling into the same bucket I soak pooey pants in (not mine!!), the dog buggers off, looking at me in disgust like I HAVE a choice, and my loving, caring children were heard to exclaim "ew! Mummy's being sick! Stay away from her!".
Er, excuse me children, I sat and cared for you during Norovirus knowing that in a days time that would be me. I've sat and held my hands out for you to vomit into when there's been no other receptacle. I've scooped sick out of the back seat of a car (not mine hehe 😏), and cleaned and changed 3 sets of bed sheets in the middle of the night when your projectile vomit hit both bunk beds AND the spare pull out bed! It also landed on my dads head as he was staying over, and it was in fact his screams that alerted me to said chundering, he's not stayed over since actually, but I digress. I've sat in the backs of cars with you and only a flimsy carrier bag with holes in to catch anything in, I've scrubbed carpets and accidentally flicked chunks at my ACTUAL face! And once......I can barely bring myself to say it.....it hit my lip.
My lip.
So is it too much to ask dear children, if maybe you just maybe asked "are you OK Mummy?". I mean, would it?? Or even maybe not to run in the opposite direction, screaming?
To be fair, if I weren't their Mum, quite frankly I'D run in the opposite direction. I mean, you would! Wouldn't you?!
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