Bad luck

Unfortunately our last night at Center Parcs wasn't as successful as the rest of our time.  The wee man crawled into bed with me around midnight, tossing and turning until 3am when he declared "Dada. I'm going to be sick"

We jumped off the bed but it was too late. He vomited on the sheets, and then again on top of the toilet seat in the bathroom.

Nikki and I did our best to clean up (without any real cleaning products), settling the wee man back until about 7:30am.

The morning followed similar suit with both kids feeling unwell. We avoided our planned return trip to the swimming pool and opted for simply loading up the car and driving home. 

No more than two minutes into the journey and the little lady threw up. Two and half hours, and countless stuck bags later, we arrived back in Edinburgh.

Nikki was a star in the car, juggling sick bags and nursing both kids all the way home.

The afternoon was spent watching My Little Pony and Home Alone on the sofa.  Fingers crossed it was just a 24 hour tummy bug.