....because poor DS1 threw up all over my bed. All in the washing machine now because I couldn't face waiting until tomorrow when a) the spag bol sick would have stained my white sheets and b) I'd have DS2 'helping'!
Haven't heard from DH for a week (under the water), or seen him for a month with the exception of a couple of hours when we passed each other on the motorway.
Really hoping we're not all about to come down with a V&D bug (DS2 did have a dodgy nappy today, and I've felt queasy, but put it down to tiredness) because although I've got an ap, she feels sick if DS2 spits his food out!
Great life sometimes isn't it?