On Friday I took the kids to a local beach. Needed to get out of the house and get some sunshine to cheer up so thought this would be a good way to while away a few afternoon hours.
On the way home, Dylan started to complain that his tummy hurt. Then proceeded to throw up all over himself and the car. I am really bad at dealing with any kind of vomit...... so after winding down all the windows and telling him DONT MOVE... we dumped the car in the drive and rushed him into the shower, leaving his sicky clothes on the doorstep. When we got in he continued to puke, in his usual 'let me get on with it and don't come near me' stoical manner.
At 1am Saturday I woke up feeling less than great, and by 2am I was joining D in the expelling-all-consumed-recently stakes. And feeling dire. Both of us continued to feel dire all day Saturday. I managed to feel a little better yesterday but D continued to throw up, only waking today having not been sick for a record 12 hours straight.
I dunno what we have but I suspect food poisoning, seeing as the other two boys didn't get it. The only things 'different' to the others we had were an ice-cream on Thursday afternoon and a Baked Potato with Beans on Friday lunchtime...... although I have a suspicion that the butter in said might be to blame as it had clearly melted once and been put back in the fridge.
Urgh.
Posted by katie at August 21, 2006 12:45 PMAnd G got the car? lol!
Posted by: Boo at August 22, 2006 04:03 PM