Monday 24 January 2011: The birthday washout
332/365: ... otherwise known as 'the first time I've ever blipped from bed'. Because the bug struck me last night and so I'm ill, Maddy's ill, Nick's still ill and the birthday boy himself is still unwell.
Poor old Felix. Crappy way to celebrate your fifth birthday. He's normally my little sunshine. Full of chatter, noise, energy and presence. And today, he's flopping around on the sofa - what little I've seen of him, because I've been in bed most of the day.
So - sorry you were poorly little man. Sorry we couldn't celebrate your birthday properly. Sorry this photo is washed out and rubbish (feeling too rotten to take any photos so this was the best I could do). Sorry your birthday cake will remain uneaten. Sorry your cards haven't been touched. Sorry I didn't even have the energy to wrap your pressies. And, well... sorry generally.
Hopefully we'll all feel a bit better tomorrow and we'll celebrate properly then.
Today couldn't be much worse. I threw up throughout the night. Got up, Maddy had wet the bed, Felix had been sick in his, the cat had been ill on the rug... and the washing mountain just keeps on growing. But, after an initial attempt to be supermum, I've collapsed in a heap and I'm going to stay collapsed.
Back tomorrow. I have a date with being ill.
PS Poor old Felix
PPS A birthday washout. Gah.