Sh*t the bed

Poor ole Seth's got the run's. Or rather, he's got no control over his bowel, and we've got he runs. Except now its just me. Running.

I am a bit of a sadist in that I like it when the kids are sick- Not really sick. Then I worry and panic and become wild-eyed and frenzied. Rather, colds, and slight fevers, because then the lads want to be snuggled and tucked up, and fed warm milk and hear stories. They are calm and mostly stationary. We all behave the way I imagined motherhood would be before I actually had real children.

However, Seth is not conventionally sick. He is maddeningly mobile and loud and as active as normal- he's just squirting freely from his derriere.

Arses.     

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Snaggletooth
Funny, but once you're at school and before you have kids yourself you come to believe that life does not routinely include a close proximity to other peoples' shit. And how wrong this idea is!

Hope Seth bungs up soon. (And that he doesn't go too far the other way; constipation's a right arse too.)
Runnergirl
How lovely for you... could you just confine him to the bathroom? (You can tell I don't have the first idea, can't you?!)
minks

would you sit in a bathroom all day?

lol

Bobble
Poor Seth - hope all is restored to some sort of sanity and sweet smelling normality soon x
Vic

Hope he's feeling better soon.

x

Floatykatja
Kaolin and morphine. That's all I'm saying. (you probably can't even buy it anymore, but by god it was marvellous)
Runnergirl
You know, for the sake of keeping the rest of the house clean and nice smelling, I probably would! As long as I had a supply of books, a source of music and my DS for emergencies...
plubby

Cork?

Poor Seth and poor you ...

Jando

I'm so like that when the children are sick, administering warm ribena and toast with honey like a veritable Florence Nightingale, wrapping them up in blankets on the sofa so they can watch Robin Hood until they fall asleep. I opitomise calm efficiency, patience and TLC.

The squits are an awful thing to contend with though, one of the most dreaded phrases must be, "Mummy, I did a fart and a bit more came out." I hope you all mend soon x

Derbydave
How true snaggletooth. I can remember having every bodily fluid squirted, spat, wiped, flicked and dripped onto me in one afternoon.

Give that some thought.

There are six including flowing earwax.

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