Monday, August 23, 2010
The Tummy Bug
Not to harp on the subject of sinking feelings, but there's another one I detest, and it goes a little like this..."Mummy, I don't feel good". The guarantee is this - you're either going to be wearing a gown of vomit in the next hour or spend the next 24 of them praying against all odds that, surely, the child is merely (1) hungry, (2) tired, (3) deluded. The odds, however, are not good. As we discovered again this week, with 2 of the 4 youth bed-ridden and threatening billious behaviour, one husband writhing with stomach coniptions, one au pair collapsed in the hallway at 3am on Monday morning with same, and the prospect of a lay-down misere for the remaining escapees. Wish me luck.