Blah Humbug

Well that was a bit of a disaster. Christmas I mean. Apologies for my absence and thank you if you noticed but it was unavoidable. It is only a short blog to get me back on track and, hopefully normal service will be resumed asap. For once, I was Christmas organised and all seemed to be under control, then in the middle of the night, came the almost forgotten refrain of a child chucking up. And, as any mother knows, the fact that the child is in his mid-twenties and six foot five makes no difference at all. As the parent you need to stand by the bathroom door and, show some sympathy. After some stern questioning about the amount of alcohol that FOW1 had consumed (none – he had been at work) we decided it was a dodgy chicken strip. I did, however, stop and think at one point that if it was a bug I was a bit too close to where the action was. Still, I returned to bed, only to be woken again by FOW1 making that awful noise again and then complaining that in trying to do an emergency chuck up into his waste paper basket – he had missed and done it all over his Christmas wrapping paper. It was a long night.

Christmas Day wouldn’t have been so bad – FOW1 recovered enough to put away a Christmas Dinner and but for Aged Parent having a small but significant emotional melt-down (maybe more about this at another time) we were ok. However, I was woken in the night by someone making a familiar sort of throaty noise and realised that it was me. Arrrgh! Very sick. Stayed in bed all next day and night and was unaware that FOW2 had woken in middle of next night feeling – well you know – and texted her brother for support as she didn’t want to disturb us. FOW1 kept in touch with her from the next room, by text only in order to show support but not get any closer than was strictly necessary which was something that I wish I had thought of earlier.

While all this was going on HOH had been coughing for England for two days and the announced that he felt queasy. At this point, I suspected that my ambition of having a Christmas like the ones from the Andy Williams Christmas Show was not going to come to fruition this year. Did anyone ever see that film – The Lost Weekend? Well, we had a lost week between Christmas and New Year, we had to throw loads of food away which I hate and now everyone is back at work and decorations are down and that was that. I lost five pounds but, as we all know, weight lost when you are ill always comes back so there is NO silver lining in that cloud. Anyway, I hope you had a lovely time, because it’s not all about me I suppose.

BTW, When we went to pick up Aged Parent on Christmas Eve she was watching Oklahoma! “When I saw this at the pictures, your father proposed to me at the end. Still, never mind it was a lovely film so it wasn’t a wasted evening.”




  1. Frugally Challenged
    January 8, 2018 / 5:43 am

    Missed you but you are always worth waiting for. Even your accounts of throwing up are amusing (but maybe not for you).

    Th only silver lining that I can think of is that maybe Christmas 2018 won’t be so bad. But maybe to say that is to tempt fate.

    • lesleyps91
      January 9, 2018 / 7:03 am

      Thank you v much. Am certainly trying to be positive about it and have come up with “Could have been worse” 🙂

  2. Angela Almond
    January 8, 2018 / 9:08 am

    Poor you. We had similar last Christmas with FOW1. I had to stand behind kneeling child who was upchucking violently into loo, holding her beautiful long chestnut hair out of the way, whilst OH was dispatched to fetch damp flannels and glasses of water. Happy Days! May 2018 be a happier, healthier year all round x

    • lesleyps91
      January 9, 2018 / 7:04 am

      Ah yes – the holding back of the hair. Parental duty number 638 I think.

  3. Trish Marshall
    January 14, 2018 / 3:40 pm

    How miserable – glad you’re better now.
    Oh, dear, the quote from Aged Parent there made us both laugh. Then we started coughing…

    • lesleyps91
      January 14, 2018 / 10:56 pm


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