Went somewhat awry this morning as was incapable of moving as had been up most of the night vomiting. #3 started it off at around 9.30 last night (and again at 11pm) and then I was kick started from around 2am. Aghbluegh.
Touch wood, things are slightly better for me now. But only slightly. More worried about t'other end now. Which means I can't leave the house. # 3 is feeling decidedly better but not well enough to want to go and play in the snow so I guess he must be bad.
In our house if I get something so does #3 and visa versa. Himself and #2 always go down together and #1 can go either way. Which is worse? Vomiting or pooping? We're undecided here.
Ramblings of a tired woman.
Had great fun with M today. She got a stall in Balbriggan Christmas Market and has asked me to help her out. All going according to plan me, she and B shall take over the world. One cake at a time.
What else? Nowt. It's snowing. It's very cold. My belly and bum are wrecked. #3 is giving himself a hard time. I should be helping himself give # 2 and 3 a bath but I can't face it.
Three cheers for Darren. He is a grand chap and we're lucky to have each other.
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