Poorly Saturday

For a start, let me say that I will be changing names to protect the innocent (and the guilty) throughout this online diary. For the purposes of "Norfolk Single Dad", my name is "Lee", my son is "Liam" and my ex-wife is "Libby". Any other names you read will "probably" be made up, where they are real I'll have a specific reason and let you know!

Anyway - Poorly Saturday. Saturday is Daddy & Liam day, I pick him up early in the morning and he stays overnight before returning to his mum's in time for church on Sunday. It is, of course, the best day of the week! This week however was a bit different, I have been coughing and puking for 36 hours, and wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to look after Liam in that condition (mind you, it was HIM who gave me the germs in the first place - we've been trying to encourage him to share but some things are best kept to yourself son). Picked him up as normal and Libby gave me some cough sweets - she's been unable to speak for a few days after losing her voice with, presumably, the same bug.

The plan was to stay in, at least until my special delivery had been made. Fortunately the courier turned up at 10, so we weren't actually tied to staying indoors at all. It didn't really matter, because I was feeling absolutely washed out and pretty wobbly, so I discounted going out at all. That suited Liam, he loves staying in and playing especially when the weather's freezing like yesterday.

We made ham sandwiches for dinner, one of Liam's favourite foods, and as he tucked in I ate one then dashed for the toilet....guess eating is a no-no at the moment! We actually had a great day, playing "knights and baddies" with his castle, racing on his car track, football and bowls in the hallway, and a few games on the Cbeebies website. However, it was obvious I was not getting any better after another dash to throw up, so I asked his mummy if he could come back to her house instead of sleeping over.

Now, me and Libby are generally on good terms. Out of every, say, eight weeks, we get on great for seven of them, and then spend a week being really nasty to each other - sounds bad but it is actually beneficial for Liam as we get all our negative feelings over in a short space of time and the little lad isn't affected so much. Yesterday she said it would be OK for him to go back, so I cooked his tea, chucked him in the bath, then we watched You've Been Framed together (one of his most loved programmes) before heading off to the car.

I was disappointed in myself, but it was the right thing to do. It proves again that me and Libby were a crap couple but are great parents - last time we had to alter arrangements at short notice was when Liam had to stay away from nursery for a few days, and we managed to look after him between us really well.

Finally - what was the special delivery? It was a ticket to see The Guillemots at UEA on Sunday night, but I won't be going now because I still feel 100% dog-pooh! If you want it (for free) and can collect it, let me know!

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