Oh my, what a day so far. DS was up most of the night but that's not too unusual at the moment as he seems to be permanently teething, poor soul. So i was knackered already.
I dropped him off at nursery, get half way to work (just pulling onto motorway) and my phone rings -nursery. My hands free is playing silly buggers so I couldn't answer safely. Pull off motorway and listen to answer phone. DS has a fever and I need to pick him up. DH is in Manchester today so can't do it. I turn round, go back to nursery, pick up poor DS, who really is poorly, then realise I need to go to work to pick up my laptop as there is something I must do today.
Turn round again, DS falls asleep in car, I get to work and I'm thinking 'now what?!' I'm trying to be the 'in control, professional, not flaky' working mother. So i really didn't want to wake DS and take a grumpy baby into my very corporate office. Brainwave- called the secretary who came down and watched DS whilst I nipped in, picked up laptop and had a quick word with the boss.
Took DS to the docs- he has an eat infection, poor mite. Got home and he won't take Calpol or his antibiotics so we are both covered in sticky medicine. Then he filled his nappy and it overflowed. I was still in my work dress.
Three episodes of pippa pig later and he's asleep on my lap. Poor little sausage.
Phew, sorry that was epic!