This week, over at Bambino Goodies, the harsh realities of my post-natal body are stripped bare. It’s not a pretty sight…
The children are ill. All three have hideous gastric bugs and it is only a matter of time before we adults succumb. Yesterday I arrived home from work and swept the pygmies into my outstretched arms, just as both babies spewed eight ounces of milk and a chicken and spinach supper over me. “Yuk!” said the Toddler. Well, quite. Gone are the days of sweet milky up-chucks, to be gently wiped away with a muslin, or frankly quite often not noticed to begin with. The babies have graduated to full-blown chunky child vomit, with a charming ability to ‘twin-sync’ their offerings, providing double the fun.
Today has been a constant stream of vomiting children, laundry loads, and scrubbed floors. Brows have been mopped, temperatures taken and Calpol administered. Tempers have frayed, tears have been shed, and a hideous day had by all.
At least, so the Nanny and the Husband tell me. Fortunately for me I have been in London being Extremely Busy and Important. And having lunch on expenses.