Poor sick John

Oh dear. Someone is still being very pathetic. Apparently no one could make him smile at nursery today (and they say he is always the first to smile and laugh), and he was sick this morning.

So I had to come back from work to pick him up. Walked round to the shop to get some bread and milk oh and some crunchy M&M's, and there was no struggling to get his hat off or to get his hands out from under the fleece (truly a sign that he is not well).

But, he has eaten some bread, and have about 4 oz of milk, and gone down for nap #3 of the day.

Managed a quick Skype to his Mummy and brother just before he had his milk, and that seemed to perk him up as well.

Not nice seeing him so sad.

Hopefully a nice splish-splash-bath when he gets up, and no throwing up all over me (fingers crossed).

I think I have 3 different meetings tomorrow, so really need nursery to take him. Fingers crossed.

Yet again, I have the uttermost admiration for working single parents. We struggle and their is 2 of us.