So, I got woken up by a little voice this morning…
Me: “whaisitmrrgh” (translation : What is it darling?)
Zack: I think Max has been a bit sick.
Yes, Max has definitely been a bit sick in the night. Oh the joys! luckily he didn’t seem to have rolled around in it, so he wasn’t soaked. His mattress was though.
By the time I cleaned up both Max and his blanket, I only had about 20 min to get us all out the door. There’s no way that was going to happen. Cue phoning a wonderful friend who’s school walk includes walking (almost) past our house. Not only was she helpful in taking Zack to school, she insisted on picking him up too so Max didn’t need to be out in the cold!
Luckily the wee bugger seems fine. No more puking. Although he’s been more sleepy than usual (PLEASE let that carry on in an hour and a half at bedtime… pretty please??), and is grumpy at not getting his usual favourite snacks (dry toast only makes me an evil mummy), he’s seemed fine in himself the majority of the time.
It seems this lil sick-but-not-sick bug is doing the rounds at the moment. At least that’s it out of the way for us now, and besides, it does mean his immune system is getting stronger.
Hmm, it’s currently 5.30pm and he’s lying on the sofa watching Zingzillas… normally you can’t tear him away from the screen and he’s bouncing around like a loon. An early night perhaps?
I can dream!