..... on Thursday night, as they haven't stopped sniggering since?
Had felt a bit sick all day so had an early bath. Got out the bath and started getting dressed before being overwhelmed by nausea and sweating. Managed to hurl myself onto my bed , grabbing a plastic bin on the way to vom into. Realised too late that I would have been better to hurl myself onto the toilet as the violent retching caused an explosion of completely unanticipated diarrhoea. [shame]
My mum had come into the bedroom by that point and was standing over me looking concerned. I said 'Oh mum, I've crapped my pants', at which point she tried to shoo the children out. Would they go? They would not. They were completely galvanised by the idea that their mum had crapped herself, and clustered as close as possible to the bed grinning and laughing.
Anyway, got myself sorted out eventually and spent the rest of the evening downstairs on the sofa with a hot water bottle. As soon as DH came through the door the children went charging up to him shouting 'Guess what - mummy pooed her pants', screaming and laughing.
AIBU to expect a 4, 6 and 10 year old to show some sensitivity to their mother's mortification, or is that asking too much?