I have had a semi-sick child for a couple weeks, but a bit worse off since Wednesday. Shortie has moments of fever that go away without meds, she has a weird rash that gets better and then overnight it gets worse again; so I keep putting blankets on and off of her for fear of her being too cold or too hot - at almost two she's still too lazy to pull her own blanket up. She'll cry in the night and when I walk in, she'll point at the blanket crumpled at her feet, eight inches away - lazy beastie.
She's now got the squits. All of yesterday, and all last night I was changing minging nappies. She seems alright, no cramps or anything, and she wants to go out and play but being the big meanie that I am, I make her stay put and watch television instead. I was reading until midnight, knowing that the minute I turn out the light, Shortie would rouse and riot; which she did, on que. I kept the windows open to air out the upstairs from the smell - extra blankets all around. When I did sleep, I was having weird dreams about being at a water slide fun park but it was taken over by motorcycle gangs on route to Laconia NH. Motley Crue circa 1988 were there, but they were all watching the little kids, like creche nannies. Biker ladies in ubertight leather jeans getting stuck on the slide, finding out the hard way that leather is not a slippy-slide material. Everyone freaks over broken glass (which in RL is my big phobia) and pretty little girls in frilly dresses styled from the early 1900's squeal as black haired, tattooed biker dad's save their wee feet from glasscuts. It was bizarre. I can't find the underlying meaning - it was just dream soup.
Hubs should be home later today, he was out for a stag party in Glasgow last night. He'll be exhausted, hung over and I will hand over Ms. PukeBum and go out to the gym for some peace. If only I could rent a sleepsuite at the gym. I'm aiming to go for six days this week, so fingers crossed for me not to catch whatever Shortie has. I couldn't bear the setback. Especially after the very piggy breakfast I've just had: three rashers of bacon and four slices of black pudding(I know most folks gag at the thought, but trust me; they taste like Dunkin Donuts plain donuts - they're lovely.) nothing else, just 600 calories of porky goodness washed down with two cups of strong coffee.