Living in a state of emergency

 We are currently living in a state of emergency in our house. 

I detest living in a state of emergency. 

Last night, I was settling down to read my book calmly at the end of the night… when I had a thought that I simply should have vanished before it sprouted. 

I looked at my little boy in the baby monitor (yes we still use one and he’s nearly 4. So what?!) and thought… 

You know, he’s not been sick for ages… 

I kid you not but literally 20 seconds after I thought this stupid thought, his entire dinner escaped from his mouth and found its way into every nook and cranny of his bed. I mean EVERY nook and cranny… 

As I stripped his bed, his mum stripped him off and was subjected to a further barthing straight into her face, as I tried to peel back the bed sheets. 

Tried to. 

The sheet sprang back and catapulted the sick into my face and all over the carpet. 

At this moment it did occur to write about this hellish string of events but I vowed to do it after. But no I am still well in the thick of it! Literally. Literally hands deep. 

Thankfully after this he did go back to sleep… but in our bed. Now you can surely guess what happened next? Yes that’s right, he then proceeded to be sick in our bed too. I don’t mind him being ill but we are running out of beds! I’ll be sleeping in the shed soon! 

When morning came, he was as bright as a button. Had we gotten away with it? Was he… better? 

He did superb until 4pm. Ate his food, drank his drink- I was even assigning his sickness to … fatigue. We even booked a meal out… ah the folly. 

Ten minutes later I was again mopping up various brown bodily fluids. This time it was an adult portion of diarrhoea which he’d excreted all over the front room carpet. Not a pretty sight. 

Currently, thank the Lord, he is asleep again, hopefully for the night but I wouldn’t count on it. It lulls you into a false sense of security before striking again. 

As difficult as living in this state of emergency is, my point is that these times do not last and in a matter of hours they’ll be over, even if it does feel like a gruelling marathon when we’re living it. 

It will pass. It will be ok.