It's that time of year again...
No, not Christmas (despite what the shops would have you believe. All right boys! Move out Halloween, roll on Christmas!)
Not Halloween either (Did you not see the unbreakable Christmas tree ornaments in aisle two?)
Too late for back to school...
And waaaaaaaaaay too early for Easter eggs (Does anyone else find it kind of sad that Cadbury's eggs can now be had all year round?)
It's that OTHER time.
The time that involves lots of disinfectant and tons of arms length cuddles.
Yup. T'is the season for the stomach flu. It came in the middle of the night (sneaky bastard) uninvited and unwanted. We awoke to the sound of the snot queen whinging in her sleep and immediately moved her to the cozy spot between us in the hopes that she wouldn't wake the tiny one.
The whinging continued.
It was about this time that my mommy senses started tingling.
Two seconds later ...BLECH! The warm feel of vomit all over my back and neck.
The rest of the night was spent in a loop that went of like this. Whinge whinge... PUKE! ....Cry... Clean child, bedclothes, towels... get new ones out of the press... cuddle at arms length... dodge pukey kisses in the nicest way possible... turn off light.... doze....
whinge...whinge.... (Repeat as necessary)
The vomit comet rides again.
Get your tickets now.