The good news is that Tallulah is feeling better today, and eating like a horse.
The bad news is that both Oscar and Tilly have succumbed to the curse of the vomiting bug now.
I suppose it is good news in that we were doomed from the moment Tallulah threw up, and at least I can nurse them over the weekend, and they will be better for when granny arrives for her shift on Tuesday.
The badder news is that it will be an almighty, holy Cheezus miracle if Jason and I don’t get it now.
And we are running out of time to get it over with before we fly.
The baddest news for me is that Oscar’s sickness came over him all of a sudden, and he vomited all over me, and the just cleaned utility room in spectacular fashion.
If this had happened to me pre children I would have immediately vomited back all over him. It has taken fifteen years of parenting at the coalface for me to be stoic in the face of being thrown up on. I feel that this must be put on my CV as a matter of urgency. It’s not every day that you gain new life skills.