This is just for "ahh" value really. Katy's last 4 molars are coming through, and though she's never been one to whinge she actually asked for some medicine last night, saying "Hurt in the mouth".
Realising on the way home that we urgently needed some more nappies but recognsing at the same time that waking Kathryn was A Very Bad Idea, I stopped the car for a nano-second so that Rachel could jump out and then proceeded to drive very slowly six times around the whole of Morrisons carpark whilst Rachel got supplies
All 3 sleeping like the proverbial one. If we're very lucky Kathryn deigns to take a post-breakfast nap (before second breakfast, that is) which allows us to catch up on a little sleep. Otherwise she just doesn't do sleeping during the day in a stationary environment!
Smiling before disaster struck: on friday I got the dreaded phone call from the nursery that Katy was ill, with sickness and diarrhoea. Then the rest of us went down like dominoes. No sooner back at work than off sick! Katy thankfully is on the mend, but it seems like we're living in a plague house at the moment. At least the sun is shining.
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