Oh no! Not sick?

Awoke at some reasonable hour, after waking after some reasonable hours, what with sleeping in a room with four other Mums-on-the-loose. Taking turns in showers, packing and swearing about lack of decent coffee, we head off to DFO and a cafe for breakfast … a variety bacon, eggs, sausages, hash…

Then there were three … and four

Monkey Boy crashed out on bed and not dealing with sickness well. Chippie got temp, thankfully no vomiting, but not sick enough to be listless. Can, however, now climb onto change table. Fabulous. I missed the temp, but got a terribly sore chest, disgusting cough and, in typical fashion, the…

Oh, well that makes perfect sense

Mums getting sick is just not on. It just doesn’t fit in with … anything, really. Or is it that nothing else seems to work around mums getting sick. We’ve all heard it “there are no sick days for mums”. Well, I blame Darwin and his stupid evolutionary whatsits. Clearly,…