Gaahhhhhhh it was only a matter of time. When D came home with The Boys on Friday having been given a warning about The Pox, I was pretty sure we weren’t going to escape it this time.
Having returned from a lovely Friday night stay with D at Mal Maison hotel (general note: if you ever want to have hotel sex with me, don’t get me blinding drunk first. I like my sleep, innit), we walked in to find both Kiddos with surprisingly runny noses. Within about 30 minutes, we spotted numerous blisters on Isaac’s face and in his hair. GOOD TIMES.
Strangely, Noah seems impervious to Chicken Pox. I’m convinced he’s been subjected to it numerous times, and as yet seems to have avoided it. Yes, he has The Runny Nose right now, but no spots. At all. And he’s been hanging around Isaac like his life depended on it lately.
I can only thank the very Gods of Sympathy that Isaac is pretty much oblivious to the spots. He’s not scratching at all, and several have already crusted over. The ones in his pants are grim (potty training my have eased off a bit, but in all honesty, that’s a whole other story) and even the ones on his face are being completely ignored. The worst ones are the ones we can’t get to buried deep in his ear. Nothing like your kid scream “OUCH!”, bursting into tears and then watching them slapping the side of their face every few minutes.
D whizzed off to Lush to get some Dream Cream, which I absolutely swear by. Has everything he need to help him if the body itching sets in, and it doesn’t smell like something the cat pissed out three weeks ago into her litter tray. Because seriously, some of the creams out there smell bad.
So now we watch and wait, to see if Noah follows suit. I will be doing my best to absolutely NOT lose my marbles having at least one of them at home, and also desperately NOT stressing over not getting any work done. And not being gutted about not taking them to Wagamama on Sunday for my birthday on Monday. And not becoming mind numbingly bored to tears with Cbeebies and Disney Jnr on my tellybox.
Wouldn’t mind so much if they actually liked doing painting, sticking and gluing for more than 30 seconds. Maybe we’ll just make more Cock Cakes.
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My Little Man is the same – concentration span of a fly. Thankfully he loves sky diving and bowling on the Wii and playing Cookie Monster games on the Sesame Street website. But totally with you on the work front. Nothing is going to get done! It's going to be a looooong week….
I feel your pain…all three of mine had it one after the other last year and it was three weeks of being caged in! Ahhhhhh. I suggest inventing lots of new bath toys and bottles and potions and hours in the bath until they prune wastes lots of time. Keep them in lose PJ's and consider back garden play if it is not raining like mud pies and planting up pots (just so you can get some air). Right that is my creativity all used up the month. x
I feel for you. Sonny gave it to Biba when she was only a few weeks old. Betty somehow managed to escape it when other kids had it at nursery so I had her vaccinated against it and now she's the only 8 year old I know who has never had it.
Bloody genius of a vaccination that one!