Awwww poor
Pet and Denise (mum and dad's best friends and my god parents) came round tonight. Vix( Their daughter) had asked me over to hers but I had cramps and was just SO tired still so stayed in, with lots of cava......
Anyway they all were downstairs all night, brother included and I was up with the boys; Fudge chewed 2 MASSIVE holes in my duvet cover while I was watching the film!!!
Anyway I came down after the film a little piddled to put the boys to bed and check on Bella boo and everyone was oki dokey.
Then I came down again to the loo and P & D were going home; the minute they left Dad started wretching and ran to the loo. Mum didn;t know as she was outside saying bye, then came in when he was in the loo and I gave her a hottie and she went up to bed.Dad was sat burping and feeling all sick downstairs with me and Rob. I made him another hottie as he was cold while he whinged at Rob for opening another beer, lol.
Anyway I brought his hot lemon juice and hottie upstairs for him and told mum he was downstairs feeling a bit sick and she was all "well he knew not to drink, he should have only had one glass" So I said that maybe he just wanted to indulge and have a good night and rebel against things and that we should be easy on him, and left them to it; him now wretching in the upstairs bathrrom, bless his heart.
Mum is so so so so kind and caring, but she gets annoyed when people don't follow the set rules with stuff like this, whereas me and Dad hate being told how to live and both have that 'Fuck it' streak. Anyway he was in his own words "refusing to be sick" so it should be cool.
Will go and check before I pass out though. 2 bottles of cava, blergh.............
EDIT : Just checked on le father behind a big newspaper in bed and he is fine, bickering with mum over her having his reading glasses on her bedside table, but fine. I offered him milk for his tummy and he replied "I'm fine, go to bed love"...I get way tooo mother hen when I am piddled!
Anyway they all were downstairs all night, brother included and I was up with the boys; Fudge chewed 2 MASSIVE holes in my duvet cover while I was watching the film!!!
Anyway I came down after the film a little piddled to put the boys to bed and check on Bella boo and everyone was oki dokey.
Then I came down again to the loo and P & D were going home; the minute they left Dad started wretching and ran to the loo. Mum didn;t know as she was outside saying bye, then came in when he was in the loo and I gave her a hottie and she went up to bed.Dad was sat burping and feeling all sick downstairs with me and Rob. I made him another hottie as he was cold while he whinged at Rob for opening another beer, lol.
Anyway I brought his hot lemon juice and hottie upstairs for him and told mum he was downstairs feeling a bit sick and she was all "well he knew not to drink, he should have only had one glass" So I said that maybe he just wanted to indulge and have a good night and rebel against things and that we should be easy on him, and left them to it; him now wretching in the upstairs bathrrom, bless his heart.
Mum is so so so so kind and caring, but she gets annoyed when people don't follow the set rules with stuff like this, whereas me and Dad hate being told how to live and both have that 'Fuck it' streak. Anyway he was in his own words "refusing to be sick" so it should be cool.
Will go and check before I pass out though. 2 bottles of cava, blergh.............
EDIT : Just checked on le father behind a big newspaper in bed and he is fine, bickering with mum over her having his reading glasses on her bedside table, but fine. I offered him milk for his tummy and he replied "I'm fine, go to bed love"...I get way tooo mother hen when I am piddled!