A bit late and yes no surprises the Majestyk - no photos though. Hell of a weekend - youngest barfs in his sleep thursday night, eldest upchucks friday night (at least he made it to the toilet in time), on Saturday morning the wife is losing it at both ends..... oh yes on saturday afternoon middle child thows up all over the hallway and with her 3rd chunder leans right over baby brother then bleeeeaaaagh. Then she asks me
"was that a good shot daddy?"
"Uh............yes but next time run to the toilet to be sick and try not to use your baby brother as a target"
Showered him. Oh yes he was wearing his one and only expensive item of clothing - lambswool cardi handwash only. FFS! And then I had to (as the wife had gone to bed teh moment I got home from work at lunchtime), then I had to scrape the puke from between the floorboards and mop the whole thing down twice. I was gagging I tell you, gagging.
Did I mention the diahrrea? No I don't think I have mention the diahrrea. All over the flamin' lounge. TWICE! Pure liquid that went everywhere when I changed youngests nappies.....Then I get a text from my best mate about how goodt the mountain biking is today. I threaten to spit roast him over an open fire.
I spent Saturday evening steaming the carpet clean. Oh lord the smell.
Sunday, everyone is getting better but now I'm on the downhill slope but I HAVE TO GO SHOPPING WITH 3 BRATTY KIDS. I was very paitient (ie I ignored their whining) and went to bed and only got up for Top Gear.
Monday, still ropey but feeling a lot better. No longer have the MI on but this baby.
Youngest has just crawled in and he's howfing. Wish me luck, I'm going in.......(Deep Breath)