Nine degrees at 2pm. Lowering skies threatening more rain.
The wisteria is in flower, but there's no time to enjoy it. I'm too busy keeping an eye on two currently conked-out little forms curled up under blankets in the corner of the kitchen.
The kids have a stomach bug. At least, I think it's a random biological attack rather than my cooking that's responsible this time. And all parents know what those two fateful words mean - sudden gushings, yellow slimy stuff dripping through your fingers, impossibly wet nappies, stained underwear, and foul smells that won't go away even when you've got those carefully selected windtunnel-windows open to create a through-draft. And mound upon mound of bedlinen, towels and assorted cuddly toys to be washed and dried (in 100% humidity weather).
Am I grossing you out? Well, if you can bear to, think all that and then do it again - in stereo. Both children have a stomach bug.
My imagination gags when I try to picture this with triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets...
It could be worse, though. I haven't got it.
Yet.
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Friday, 18 April 2008
Don't read this if you've a weak stomach
Nine degrees at 2pm. Lowering skies threatening more rain.
The wisteria is in flower, but there's no time to enjoy it. I'm too busy keeping an eye on two currently conked-out little forms curled up under blankets in the corner of the kitchen.
The kids have a stomach bug. At least, I think it's a random biological attack rather than my cooking that's responsible this time. And all parents know what those two fateful words mean - sudden gushings, yellow slimy stuff dripping through your fingers, impossibly wet nappies, stained underwear, and foul smells that won't go away even when you've got those carefully selected windtunnel-windows open to create a through-draft. And mound upon mound of bedlinen, towels and assorted cuddly toys to be washed and dried (in 100% humidity weather).
Am I grossing you out? Well, if you can bear to, think all that and then do it again - in stereo. Both children have a stomach bug.
My imagination gags when I try to picture this with triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets...
It could be worse, though. I haven't got it.
Yet.
The wisteria is in flower, but there's no time to enjoy it. I'm too busy keeping an eye on two currently conked-out little forms curled up under blankets in the corner of the kitchen.
The kids have a stomach bug. At least, I think it's a random biological attack rather than my cooking that's responsible this time. And all parents know what those two fateful words mean - sudden gushings, yellow slimy stuff dripping through your fingers, impossibly wet nappies, stained underwear, and foul smells that won't go away even when you've got those carefully selected windtunnel-windows open to create a through-draft. And mound upon mound of bedlinen, towels and assorted cuddly toys to be washed and dried (in 100% humidity weather).
Am I grossing you out? Well, if you can bear to, think all that and then do it again - in stereo. Both children have a stomach bug.
My imagination gags when I try to picture this with triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets, sextuplets...
It could be worse, though. I haven't got it.
Yet.
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Gypsy at Heart said...
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And here I was feeling miserable about myself. I just wrote about you on my blog Louise. So sorry to hear the kiddies are not doing well. Hang in there. I'll check up on you later. Milena
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Friday, 18 April, 2008
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And here I was feeling miserable about myself. I just wrote about you on my blog Louise. So sorry to hear the kiddies are not doing well. Hang in there. I'll check up on you later. Milena
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