So yesterday just got better and better after the 4.30am murder scene bleeding nose. It was a loooong day as Daise slept early. We managed to get out and about and pick up a few bits and pieces and do some chores. By 4 I was wondering how we were going to get through to 6 (which was when I was planning her to go to bed) so we went down to the toy shop for a look around and then headed to the local pizza place for some dinner and gelato. We came home, bathed and got ready for bed in her new jammies (which are freaking Tinkerbell ones to make up for the loss of her favs due to murder scene bleeding nose) and were reading in bed when I heard those fatal words a mother NEVER wants to hear…
“My tummy hurts Mumma”.
Hmmm…never know where to go with that one. Does it mean vomit? Is she just full? Does it mean vomit?!
She then went to sleep and just as I was about to creep out of her room from checking on her and RIGHT before I was about to finish off dinner that I had actually cooked and was so excited about because I, you know, cooked during the week (and also fist punch the air in joy that she was asleep before 7pm), I got the full vomit. Everywhere. You know how the rest goes, crying, screaming, and washing. Then we got another all over the couch and floor (and me) and then another and then another and then another. Each time, more tears and more freaking washing. I can tell you that I did 7 (!) loads in total yesterday and have done another 2 already this morning. Towels, sheets and worst of all the jammies that were supposed to make everything better from the night before. Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep last night I was up every hour to dealing with vomit and an ever growing washing pile.
And worst of all? Yes, I do think this is the WORST bit. Yesterday I had bought us some new 1000 (!) thread count Egyptian cotton sheets and ALL I wanted to do was sleep in their lovely 1000ness loveliness all night without being disturbed. Alas no.
Tonight’s another night right?