Finnzy-Bob saves the day

This was very very close to being another blank in my blip journal (the third!!!)
Absolutely nothing of interest throughout the day.
Grey day, grey rain, grey commute, grey drizzle, grey work, grey showers, grey people, grey downpour, grey commute again, grey precipitations. Grey, flat, without substance or depth. Nothing, rien, nada, nichts, quedal!

But then Finnzy started puking his whole meal, and antibiotics, and Calpol, and bedtime bottle, just as I was lowering him down into his cot.

So there you go: SP with youngest son (and vomit)

I thought: puking (and the cleaning thereof) has very much been part of our lives since the little reflux mite has become a major part of our lives.

And I have never blipped it until tonight!



(maybe because tonight the camera was at hand)

(maybe because tonight Mrs Raheny was meeting her mates on a rare night out. And she bloody deserves it after the first two days of the Easter holidays with the kids stuck indoors because of the abominable weather)

(and she would not let me blip puked macaronis in the sink if she was around...)