Still not at CyberMummy. It's 10 past seven in the morning & the washing machine is on again. No, I'm not still infested with the spirits of Kim & Aggie. Squeaky started up crying about an hour ago, so I went in to settle her. She decided she wanted milk, which I went & got, she drank it, then threw the whole lot up over herself, me & the bed. The same bed in her bedroom that I finally washed the linen on a couple of weeks ago for the first time in FOREVER. (Not her bed, there's a spare single in there) So her clothes, my clothes & the bed linen are all in the wash.
It's amazing how quickly milk turns to cottage cheese in the tummy of a small person. As soon as something that will occupy her for more than 5 minutes comes on, I'm going in the shower. I smell of sick. As for the not at CM aspect, if I had been there, I'd still be dealing with sick, from the other end of a phone call.
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