I have always thought that there are two types of mums when it comes to sick kids.
The panic early mums. You know them – the type who rushes their children off to the emergency ward at the first sign of a cough, or a swollen ankle. The type who are always in the doctor’s surgery waiting room every single time you are there making idle chit chat with the receptionist.
Oh you know us they say as you enter trying to wipe that why-the-heck-are-you-always-here look off your face someone is always sick in our family.
And then there are the ones (like me) who tend to leave their poor children to suffer unless they are bleeding or vomiting up blood
(Jokes people calm down. I’m not that bad. Well, mostly not)