Lying is bad. Very bad. So last night we were meant to go to a free First Aid course for parents. We couldn’t face it, too tired and so I called the woman running it to say H had been sick, as we were about to leave, so we couldn’t make it. (she was tired anyway, but sick made it feel a bit more legitimate).

Fast forward to today, I check the calendar and realise it was actually TONIGHT.

Fast forward a couple of hours more and H is then projectile vomitingly sick twice.

I think we asked for that, I think that’s karma, isn’t it?

Still, we wouldn’t have been able to go anyway, what with her being sick. Poor sausage.