Ohh… ill child of mine

You’ll have to excuse me today. I’m sitting next to the OddDaughter whilst she watches Frozen… And I really struggle to write with music playing, without typing what I – for the first time in forevaaaaaaa – hear. Not to mention get distracted by the movie itself.

Unfortunately, the OddDaughter is ill. Something she picked up from nursery no doubt. And because she chucked up, she has been banished from nursery until next week. And nurseries are great, because not only do kids pick up shit from there (sometimes quite literally), the kids are then sent away from nursery for a few days, which means parents have to somehow work whilst looking after their ill child – sometimes losing out on a days salary because they can’t work remotely. And the icing on the cake? Nurseries STILL charge you for the days the kids aren’t present. Seems a bit unfair, right?

Maybe there needs to be some sort of quarantine nursery to send vomiting kids?

Sorry for the vile image. It’s weird, I used to feel sick if I saw someone else vomit. Now, I’m able to watch the OddDaughter vomit (or shit) all over the place, clean her up, and go back to eating my meal like I’ve not seen anything. Life is an open doooor.

No doubt I’ll pick up the bug just in time for my week off next week.

I have to say, it’s astonishing seeing the OddDaughter completely out of it, and then within 10 minutes of having the magical potion that is Calpol – she’s back up and running around. Until it wears off and you notice that turning point in her when she becomes lethargic and turns to the dark side again.

After waking up to tend to the OddDaughter throughout the night, I’m now reminded of what it’s going to be like in a few months when there’s a new baby in town. That’s going to be fun. Once again, I’m not going to complain – Just a small price to pay for getting what we want! Let it goooooo.

In all seriousness, it’s pretty shitty watching a child being ill. Earlier today, whilst shivering with a fever, the OddDaughter held onto me, saying: “I want you to help me, please, daddy”. Gosh, even thinking back to it brings a tear to my eye. I wish I had the power to take all the pain away. Even if it meant it hit me instead.

It really does put things into perspective, though. The last couple of days I’ve been stressed about a couple of things. Ultimately, the most important thing in life is health. More than anything else. And even more so, for me, when it comes to my kid(s).

Nothing to worry about, the OddDaughter is better – for now. She’s full of beans as she tells me what’s happening in Frozen – scene by scene.

Bet you don’t remember that happening in the movie? Come to think of it, Frozen is the perfect movie to watch during this cold snap in the UK.