Eggs.
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.
I fell about laughing at your boy and his breakfast request, but I take your tropical island holiday very seriously!
Can you at least have fun planning it? Some say it’s worse to dream, but I think that is more than half of the fun!
I hope your little people all feel better very soon.
It ain’t tropical, but it is warm and I would love to have you. And for the record, I KNEW you weren’t kidding!!!
I’ll go with you. The joke’s on them!
Ahhh but they’ll laugh not when they have to figure out how to cook Noah’s eggs just right while you’re sunning yourself on a deserted island with nought but a hunky man to wait on you hand and foot!
If by “hunky” you refer to the stuff I’ve been coughing up of late, then I’m your man!
Aww, you deserve a tropical island! Or at the very least a fruity cocktail with a little umbrella in it (and lots of alcohol!)
They thought you were joking? HAH!! Little do they know…
LOVED the eggs comment. Can’t stop giggling. Eggs, woman, and bring me the newspaper while you’re up…..such a little man.
Oh Tiff you’ve still got it hun, even with the small amount of sleep I’m guessing you’re getting lately!!!! I am laughing myself silly at Noah’s demand of eggs, and at your family laughing at your suggestion of a solo holiday. Too, too funny. Have they worked out that you’re serious yet???????
Aww honey, what a time of it you’re having at the mo huh? ((hugs))
So, I know, I know… Scotland’s not tropical… but you’re MORE than welcome to come visit us! Only problem is you’d have to sleep on a sofa rather than a bed… hmm… maybe not then
If I ever get a guest room set up I’ll let you know though 
LOL, eggs? He’s definitely on the mend
Can’t you just go to a spa for a day for a me-day! I’m sure that’ll do you the world of good!
I reckon you should lock yourself in the bedroom on Saturday.
Let Dave, critically ill as he is, run the show for the day.
;0)
Fools.
You’re welcome to join me at the beach house.
It will still be winter. It will still be cold. But at least there will only be two children, instead of however many it is you normally have.
Wonder-Husband may take some convincing, though
LOVED that eggs comment! Two year olds sure say some FUNNY FUNNY things!
As for the holiday - you DESERVE one girl! I agree with whoever suggested a day retreat to a spa. You definitely need some time to re-charge. You MUST promise to look into it!
Here’s hoping and praying that everyone gets well soon. I know it doesn’t BEGIN to compare to life in your house, but I’ve had James sick with a chest infection, Charlton sick with a disgusting case of tonsillitis, and I had a migraine on Tuesday! So I’m with you on the winter sickness loathing… though not to the same degree!
I’ll go with you and Mr Lady - then the joke will REALLY be on them.
Ah, No-No. Bless his cotton socks. (And slippers, and pipe.)
No tropical islands here, but my house is warm…
Hope everyone gets better, faster.
I would make you chicken soup and fresh baked bread. then we could have chocolate cake with cherries.. and we could talk and laugh and cry..
what???? I thought I heard you say you were coming down here for the weekend..
Yeah, they never tend to take that one seriously, do they? I get the same reaction around here — then Ken hides my car keys
I do hope you get some you time soon, Tiff — you need it and you most assuredly deserve it!
Guam.
It’s close, it’s tropical and you’d have a place to stay.
Can’t get any better than that!