Oh so weary!

I am simply expressing the joys of motherhood to those who may sympathise with the perils of having sick children near by.  I have been vomited on more times than I care to remember. My youngest has almost mastered the art of projectile vomiting, which sends his older brothers leaping out of the way and running outside as fast as their little legs will carry them. My one consolation is that I, then, only have to deal with one little critter.

So, I now live with a delightful tangled mess of vomit infused hair on my head, I have several multi-coloured t-shirts with similar off white stains.  I wake up every hour or so to try and clean up, or at least try to salvage some kind of normal!  But when all is said and done, that little smile on that little face can still melt my heart, albeit for a split second before another bought of vomiting takes over.

Thank God - he gave us a sense of humour to cope!