Oh child of mine……..sweet child

I’m sitting in a dark room with a whisp of light peeking through the window crack as my little boy sleeps off yet another attack of vomiting. He looks pale and thin, there is nothing of him and yet he has a faint smile on his lips as I ask if he wants me to sit and stay a while. As I sit here with the tapping of the keyboard breaking through the silence I wonder to myself: will this bout of vomiting finally register with Alex that perhaps it is not a good idea to bite one’s fingernails down to the quick and put foreign objects into one’s mouth?? I go on about germs and ‘food/drink only’ in one’s mouth but my words are left lying in the wake of vomit.

Maybe, just maybe he might now register why I am saying STOP BITING YOUR FINGERNAILS!!!! And honey child you are not sick because you had too much pasta for dinner last night, you are sick AGAIN because you constantly have your fingers in your mouth, you love to rub different textures on your lips, you don’t wash your hands EVERY TIME you have finished playing outside and last but not least Italy is not making you sick (he has a big imagination). No, you are sick again because you love to taste life literally!

Get well sweet child of mine so I can once more turn into the nagging mum you so love to ignore x


It’s Friday, the sun is shining, BOTH kids have walked themselves to school and I finally have the place to myself for half a day and all I feel like doing is crawling back to bed.

What a week it has been, and I’m not talking all glories and wonder, more along the lines of:

“Mum my tummy hurts……no, here…..HERE” and then 10 minutes later he is out the door waving a wooden sword at anyone who comes by.

One hour later,

“Mum my tummy hurts” where my response is “Mmmmm, ok have a drink of water, maybe you need to go to the toilet”

“You always say that!”

But of course the tummy only decides to take it to another level at 2 in the morning!! Sadly this conversation happened all week and then before I knew it, I had both boys down and out with bodily fluids pouring out both ends and very little sleep going on. A quick trip to the Doctors office was fun. We missed the first bus downtown due to explosive eruptions, however, managed to keep everything in place for the next hour- Thank god!

I love it, when I went into the doc’s office with both boys and explained the situation he then turns to me and says,

‘So what are you hoping to get out of this visit today?’


I stared at him for a bit and then said in my least sarcastic voice, ‘I want something to stop the bodily explosions they are having….perhaps a cork? Enough is enough and when I have to air the house out and scrub the floor at 3am, I’m thinking you really need to help me here, that’s what I want out of this visit today, thank you’.

And with that he looks at me with a crinkle in his brow and says “Hmmm, you had to air the whole house out? well I can understand you wouldn’t like that”…….and what I felt like saying but managed to find some sense of control was-

“No I didn’t bloody well like that at 3am and I also want a full nights sleep but I’ll settle for drugs for these two if you don’t mind!” I’m wondering if my patient smile got that message through?

Anyway, we got the meds, we got home without any mishaps and I am happy to say the meds worked really fast and I had one back at school yesterday and the other went back today- YIPPEE!! I can now get back to the piles of laundry I have waiting for me and hopefully a few blue patches of sky will hang round long enough to dry it.

On a happier note the roses growing in my garden are absolutely flourishing with all the rain we are having so I am taking my cup of tea out into the garden to sit and stare at the decadent colours on display before I start to hose down the germ infested house. And if there is anything I have learnt from this experience it’s to be hard core with the boys washing their hands more than usual because after a google search on Doc MD I find the rotavirus is down to them not washing their hands properly!! Now where are those roses…..