She has thrown up four times since 6.00am. DH is here to deal with it, I had to run out of the room on one occasion when I could see she was just about to do it again. I've had 2 valium and DD is now asleep upstairs.
I feel like the lowliest little piece of shite because all I want to do is go out and not come back til next Monday. I just want to run away. I can't bring myself to go upstairs even.
She's the one who is suffering, poor little girl, but I feel sort of angry with her and I really hate myself.