And here we are once again. A bank holiday.
What “here” generally consists of is cleaning up vomit/poop whilst feeling as rough as possible.
You see, as a family, we are cursed. Every single bank holiday we have had since being a small family has seen one of us in bed sick. And this one is no exception.
The Toddler vomitted in her bed yesterday morning and then refused to eat all day although she didn’t show any other signs of being off colour. We were hoping that she would be back to normal today and that yesterday could be put down to the heat.
No such luck. Today she has slept. She doesn’t have a temperature and she has the shits. Again. This probably means a tummy bug.
Guess who will be throwing up next weekend? *sigh*