So, in obvious Winter news, the kids have all been sick.
*sigh*
I know.
As boring for me as it is for you, dear readers.
Yesterday was spent in a turmoil driven cleaning frenzy of snot, slobber and vomit.
The cherubs have what I think is a tonsil related illness, with the added bonus of a cold and all the big kids have some lurgy, that involves coughing.
Lots of coughing.
When toddlers cough, they vomit.
Alot.
The boy was the worst for wear yesterday but came good in the early evening and chatted on into the night and into the early hours about Big Red Cars and boats.
He slept it off, his immune system kicked in and this morning, my boy is tired but back to his normal self.
Today, the girl has performed her high temp party trick and thrown off a febrile convulsion in spectacular Ivy style.
While she is sleeping off the post ictal phase, I have dressed the boy and put him in the high chair for breakfast.
I ask him; “toast or Weet bix?”
His reply?
“Eggs. Cook me some eggs” (woman and while you’re at it, get my slippers and my pipe).
Ah yes, definitely feeling better.
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In my desperation last night I begged David for a holiday.
I explained if we could not afford for all of us to escape, that was fine.
He could stay with the coughing hoards (he being one of the mass) and I would go to some tropical island on my own.
The family fell about laughing.
They thought I was joking.
