Bleughhwoofshitevroooooooooooombleugh

Yeah!!!  So, spent the night with Arthur crawling all over me 'cos he didn't feel well.  He also insisted on moaning a great deal.  Why do kids have to moan when they're sick?  Why can't they just lie there and take it like the men they are?  We reckoned it was just a bad cough and temperature but it was decided he could have the day off school for being tired.  Which kinda fecked up my plans as I wanted to go see a mate of mine.  Ah well. 

Anyway, just as we were getting near Oscar's school Arthur started shouting about how he was going to get sick.  Now, seeing as he had been doing that all night only to have a coughing fit, I didn't take him too seriously.  Told him I couldn't stop in middle of road but would stop in a second.  'I'MGOINGTOGETSICKNOWGOINGTOGETSICKNOW'  Flung car up onto path, reversed in case I was blocking someone's gate (am so considerate) and hopped out of car only to discover as I was running around to his side of the car he was chucking up all over the inside of it.  Me and vomit ain't the best of pals, me and vomit are like me and snot.  Best not put near each other.  Bleugh.

He, thankfully, had only had a glass of milk this morning.  Now it was lying curdled all over everything.  Him.  The car.  Oscar's school bag.  The car.  Him.

A lovely mammy from the school came to help which was just as well as I was completely and utterly flummoxed over what to do next.  Apparently, what I was to do next was to empty Oz's school bag and give him a Superquinn greenbag for his books and send him on his way.  Last thing I heard was Oscar muttering about 'why was his the ONLY mammy who sent their son to school with shopping bags or party bags INSTEAD of schoolbags'.  Anyone have any idea?  Am I really the only one who this stuff happens to?

Home.  Cleaned car.  Listened to Arthur wailing before introducing him to the joys of suppositories.  heheheheh.  Yeah, that kept him quiet for a while.

Whilst he was quiet I drank tea, made a cake and did none of the things I was meant to be doing.  C'est la vie.

Oh, and it's also poor sick boys birthday tomorrow.  Poor Arthur.  Poor me.  I have to listen to him again now.  I know, I am a terrible mammy.  But, as long as he stops wailing I'll cuddle him for as long as he likes.  It's when the 'ooooooooohwhahaoooooooooooooh' stuff  starts that I start to hyperventilate.

And, and, discovered that you can drive 142km on the 'get diesel' light.  I know it's not good for your engine but defo worth knowing.  So very tempted to keep driving until it refused to go any further to see how far one can really go.