Things that make me run
What makes you run? I will tell you what makes me run, and I’m talking faster than a speeding bullet. It’s the dreaded call in the middle of the night from my wee girls bedroom, the dreaded words that get me sprinting off into the darkness in frantic search for a bowl. It’s those ‘I’m gona be sick!!!’ words, oh shudders. Always when I am least prepared for it too, although to be honest I am never prepared for it.
This particular tummy bug was a crafty little buggar, my wee girl would come right by late afternoon, so right that I would cautiously make plans to sneak away for a few hours of get me the hell out of here time. Ironically the two nights in which I made plans fell through, thanks to the sneaky tummy bug. Watch out for this one, it hits with vengence at 10pm without fail. Bastard. And it doesn’t back the hell off until 7am. Bastard.
Thats what kept me busy and dead on my feet for the best of the week (last week) day and night. My solice came in the form of the weenies Dad arriving to take our wee girl for the weekend, I bundled her into his car with a cheery ‘Here she is, here’s her bag, oh and here’s her sick bowl, have fun!’ I didn’t waste any time, I was in the car and off to my man friends house for the night, there was a warm snuggly bed made and waiting for me and I was going to be in it no matter what. I slept through the best of the next day as well, and got up in time to have a snooze in the lounge before the drive home again. I don’t remember the last time I was that tired, and I am grateful for having friends that let me sleep and probably snore on their couches for as long as I need to get my bounce back.
And this week? The big girl is at home sick this week, I just can’t win.
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And it’s stories like that that delay my procreation desires! Hope the big girl gets better soon (for your sake!)