the view from the bottom of the heap

As a SAHM (stay at home mummy), you'd think it would be pretty hard to fall behind on a to-do list. My life is a general rota of rinse, lather, repeat - the child, the dishes, the bottles, the clothes, the house - but oh my does it all come tumbling down when the Gastro Fairy come to town.

Toby got a bug, then his childminder and her little boy got a bug, then Paul got the bug (baaaaaaad - I'm sure my bedroom carpet will never be the same colour again) and then I got the bug. I'm sure everyone knows how yukky it is to be sick but it's a whole other league with a small child. They go downhill really fast. It starts with a roar and an exorcist scene recreated before your eyes and goes on from there. But, once they are over it they BOUNCE back. Leaving the small person's parents still feeling grotty but having to take care of a crawling dynamo who has all the energy and evangelism of a born-again, well, baby.

Paul and I are both back on our feet today. Hopefully if neither of us are ill again in the next 12 hours we can go out into the wider community without fear of spreading the Gastro Fairy's good works. Or, in my case, I can double the output of the rinse, lather, repeat and try to reconstruct my house into something passable. And tackle the bedroom carpet.