Foolishly I thought the spell had been broken and like the novice I am I thought the suggestion of an egg for dinner with toast was a very sensible one being made by the toddler hence I aquiesced. Then 15 minutes later with only the gurgling of a little tummy as a warning the vomit volcano begun, and luckily for me I was sitting in it’s path at the time.
Then began the ritual:
1. calm the hysterical toddler who has just thrown up all over themselves and is understandably upset.
2. calm the hysterical wife who is justifiably concerned that the bug will spread to the one week old, or herself, neither of which are options anyone wants to contemplate.
3. resist the urge to join the vomiting myself - I have never had the strongest stomach, but have been pretty good this week.
4. clean up toddler
5. clean up self
6. disinfect everything that either one of us has come into contact with
7. wash all clothes and sheets.
8. move toddler into lounge room where both of us spend the night sleeping on makeshift beds
9. sleep fitfully, and if really unlucky head to the emergency room.
10. If really lucky just have to change 4-5 nappies of a vileness that cannot even be described

I think I am beginning to get the hang of this parenting caper, all I needed were some clear instructions to follow.