God I am tired. Piran is still ill and now Mr C has been struck down so he is in bed too. Right now, for the first time today, they are both asleep. The washing machine is on again, the tumble dryer is rumbling away. The front room is tidy again, the kitchen is clean. I have sterilised and made up bottles. I managed to fold some clothes from yesterday’s washing. I have scrubbed poo off more changes of clothes than I care to remember.
My MIL popped in earlier to see how I was, found out that Mr C was home sick, and immediately left. Nice.
My head is spinning, thumping actually. I had better not be ill.
There are so many things that I would like to do, so many things of my own, to write or read or sew, but instead I will continue to try and keep on top of things here instead.
Right, poor me whinge over. Apologies!
On a lighter note, did you see my new finished blog look? I am so pleased with it.