After writing yesterdays entry, Harry continued to explode all over the house. I spent the next 3 hours cleaning up shit from everywhere you can imagine. He had 3 showers to hose him down. My back and pelvis were so sore I could barely walk from all the stooping and lifting by about 5pm.
G finally arrived home at 5 and announced he needed a lie down. I THINK NOT.
Dylans fever spiked up again and we had to battle to get some medicine in him because he was almost delirious.
Then Harry decided to throw up EVERYWHERE..... all over the couch, himself, me, his dad, the floor, you name it. We got him cleaned up and he fell asleep in my arms while standing up, he was obviously so drained. Managed to get him into bed despite him stirring a couple of times sobbing I WANT MY MUMMY.... awwwww.
Exhausted, in agony, I then did the only thing I possibly could...... went to the pub.
Posted by katie at June 15, 2007 01:31 PM