He stayed at a friend's house last night and they went to a party. I got a phone call from the friend's mum at about 11:30pm asking me to pick up a paralytic ds1 (16).
He'd thrown up 3 times and couldn't walk or talk. We put him to bed and dh and I took it in turns to watch him last night.
Needless to say that ds1 feels bloody awful today. He hurts where he fell over, he's had to clean his bedroom and his head is banging. We also made him buy flowers and go and say sorry and thankyou to his friend's mum.
I was only like this once. When ds1 was 2 he was staying at his Dad's. It was Christmas eve and I was so depressed that I wouldn't see him on Christmas morning I went out and got slaughtered. Luckily my brother took me home, put me to bed and posted my keys. He then rang my parents and told them I wouldn't be staying at theirs as originally planned. Thank you lovely, lovely brother.
I could still walk and talk though. I was just very sick.