It really must be karma or fate or somehting. I don't know. But almost the instant the school holidays started, yet again, all the children fell spectacularly ill. It's almost like a joke, except it's not even slightly amusing. Simon kicked off proceedings on the first day of the holidays. We had a small birthday party for him that afternoon with 3 of his mates and all was fine. But by bed time I noticed his ears and lips were bright cherry red. His temp was normal still, so I put him to bed and hoped for the best. At 9.30pm I heard him talking to himself, well actually raving, about the contents of fly spray.
"Mummy! Mummy, do you know? I've just been wondering, what do you think is actually in fly spray? Do you think it's actually poison? I guess it is cos it kills them." he whispered manically as I dosed him with Panadol.
That was fine, he went back to sleep, until about 4am when I heard him calling me in his high pitched, slightly hysterical voice, in between hacking his lungs out. He was sitting up in bed, heat radiating from him and announcing that he's just heard Declan being sick, actually Mummy, he was sick, I actually heard him! At the time I foolishly thought he'd been dreaming, but when I leant down into the bottom bunk to check Declan, there he was lying in a pool of vomit. Lovely!
I got Dexie up and dragged him to the bathroom where he retched in the shower. Brett got Simon and gave him more Panadol, then Ruby woke up and shouted from her cot, "Mum! MUM! Can you hear me?" So Brett barricaded himself in our room with a raving lunatic and a bossy boots while I carried Dexie downstairs to sleep on the sofa bed. He was actually fine again by midmorning and asking for cheese on toast (yeah, as if!).
The next day I took Simon to the doctor's and got a double script for antibiotics. The doctor made the 'helpful' comment that the holidays could only get better from here in, couldn't they? You foolish man! On Wednesday night, Ruby decided to get an ear infection, especially as she knew that Brett and I were planning on going away for 2 nights to the Blue Mountains on Friday. Back to the doctors, thank god he gave me a script for her. Not that he had any choice, not after the last time Brett and I tried to go away. (3 years ago, Declan, acute tonsilitis, Wollongong Hospital)
Anyway! Brett and I did go away on friday arvo, with my mum looking after the kids. And we had a really lovely time, staying at the Hydro Majestic at Medlow Bath and browsing the antique shops and second hand book stores and eating massive breakfasts and sitting in front of blazing log fires. No children wanting anything or talking incessantly or fighting. Bliss! Of course, by Sunday morning I missed them so much I couldn't wait to get home. The kids were very happy to see us until they realised that we had only brought them back giant lollipops as presents, and not something cool like a Gameboy.
Oh, and by the way, I have (finally) weaned Ruby. And I'm completely heartbroken. But also giddily free and relieved.
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