had one of those days where just about every single thing you wanted to do didn't happen through no fault of your own? As though some cosmic trip wire had been laid in the night and you tumbled over it before even opening your eyes?

So today there were a few things going on...

1. 8am planned c-section for latest addition to brother's brood and because it was breech etc I wasn't judging but planning a marvellous lady bountiful aunt type trip to see them all first thing tomorrow. Niomi Rose - welcome to the family - sorry and all that...

2. Deadline for VIP (very important proposal) at work which despite having a day of leave I had planned to review at least on email and if possible see in person at the office before it was sent to people far more important than I am who won't understand a word of it.

3. Food shopping. Not as major as a new life but fairly major to me and my kids if we're at home all day

4/ And most important - a day of fun and merriment with my boys which they'd always remember.

What actually happened then

1/ 7.30 am unmistakeable sound of heaving and vomiting. Checked it wasn't me or Mr PR and concluded correctly it was a child. Charlie went on to vomit green doctor who bile over the entire upstairs in his attempts to get to a loo.

2/ 8am Realised had missed all important 'good luck with large cut in belly god help you' text opportunity to sister in law.

3.realised planned trip to bestow pretty pink baby clothes everywhere on newborn infant with oddly spelt name was now not going to happen. Risk of infection etc. As someone who had to scrub up for 3 months to visit her second born I am nothing if not aware of the danger of bugs from vomiting 7 yr old that will nestle happily in a carseat and jump out on arrival at a hospital ward.

4. Was very - no - beyond disappointed about trip being cancelled. Dude. Man. Bummer. Really wasn't good had been very excited about it. Typical.

5. Then learned that random mental email issue meant no way I could forward proposal to yahoo to print off and read before deadline. i mean, yahoo.....not working.....it's not possible.....it's like Will Carling having skinny thighs.....unthinkable...mmmm rugby players

6. Then no food crisis hit, as did 'Mummy feel better now let's go out'

7.Yes! Get food get toys get whatever just get out!!!!

8. BrhghgasdiuggRogGPUHG - Henry did he get all that vomit in the bag? Did he? Mommy can't stop Mommy is on a motorway.....DID HE?????

9. It's OK - Mommy is now stuck in a huge tailback and will probably have time now to examine the precise contents of the bag and therefore Charlie's stomach as night will surely all before they clear this latest A1M bit of carnage.

10. Home in time to think oh damn about tomorrow and visiting baby again and then realise it was THE SLEEPOVER today. Nothing major, just something Charlie has been looking forward to and talking about for, oh, 5 weeks.

Sleepover cancelled.
Weekend cancelled.

Just one of those days.