No time for illness!

What do you tell your ill ten year old? 'Sorry dear, here's a bucket to throw up in, just don't disturb me, because I have college work to do'. 'Oh and try not to miss, I haven't got the time to clear up the mess!'
How can normal life be suspended for a poxy college course. I think my husband has forgotten he is married (it's the pixies that leave him his meal), and a child who would rather be fostered into a home where people can actually have discussions that have nothing to do with bloody Hadlow and plants and car park spacings.
I can't believe this is a part time course. It's not just us that have to live, sleep and breathe it, its everyone else around us!