Worst day ever and no Monster Munch

Nooooooooooooooooo! On reaching into the cupboard, after what feels like one of the worst days ever, I make a grab for the last bag of Monster Munch - only to discover it's gone.

And there's no wine left either. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

To put things in perspective - I've just returned from a few hours at A&E with my poorly child and, after witnessing all manner of overdoses, fights, general malaise and puking, we've been given the all-clear.

In fact, since our visit to casualty, my littlest - who had a fever, rash and didn't want anyone to lay a finger on her - seems to have perked up and is now refusing to go to sleep.

I've spent the weekend nursing her through the fever and upset tummy while my family and friends pretty much quarantined me in my house in case it was measles or, even worse, swine flu.

At the hospital, she suddenly came alive - running around the emergency department and hiding from the doctor - and, while I was relieved that she seemed to be okay, I couldn't help but think 'sit down and look ill for god's sake'.

I don't like wasting the doctor's time, you see. Especially when she has so many nutters to attend to.

And I always think they just see me as another neurotic mum when I believe I'm practically a doctor because I've been through it all in the course of motherhood.

Even tonight, I had to point out that her lymph glands were exceptionally swollen, which gave rise to me toying again with my eternal question - should I just sign up for medical school?

It fascinates me, you see. I'm pretty much also one of the few people who find a morgue or funeral parlour exciting.

Not because I want people dead you understand, but because what they do in there it's yet another amazing feat of medical science.

But I'm sidetracking and, thankfully, both my kids are safe and well.

It's just me that feels run ragged and, in truth, a little annoyed.

Why on earth do people, by which I mean men, say they'll call when they have no intention of doing so?

It's such a cliche.

Anyway, I'll get over it.

It's just a lot harder to swallow when there's no comfort food left in the house.