So about a week ago I booked Harry into the daycare for the morning, today. I don't often do this and I planned a morning of rest for myself - much much needed especially after illness. Have been looking forward to it all week.
Didn't happen.
First off, Dylan wakes with a fever and can't go to school.
Gareth takes Harry to the daycare anyway so I only have the one of them to look after. At the appropriate time we go to fetch Harry and find him wearing a nappy and a painting apron. He'd wet himself through the 3 changes of clothes I sent (he NEVER has accidents!).
We attempted to walk 3 paces behind him as we left as he looked extremely disreputable and we were embarassed,lol.
When we got home I got him cleaned up and sent him down to the playroom with Dylan. 5 minutes later he reappeared shouting MUMMY!! POO!! and I discovered he'd had a major diarrhea explosion - trailing the stuff all the way along the downstairs hall, up the stairs, along the upstairs hall, and omg, it was EVERYWHERE.
And all this before 2.30.
Rang G to tell him and he's not feeling great, so now I'll have a few days of 'man flu' to deal with too no doubt!
Posted by katie at June 14, 2007 05:55 PM