It's 540am and I'm taking dictation from a four year old...
I love you Grandpa and I'm coming down for my birthday. I'm snuggling in bed together, in mama's bed. I'm feeling really sick. that's all.
It's true. Perhaps I jinxed it by calling that last post "recovery" but this has been probably the worst night so far. Changing bed sheets at 8pm and again at 1130pm and showering the sick boy. Then up at 330am and 440am at which point it seemed sensible to stay up a bit longer (glad we did) and then at 530 I decided that we may as well stay up. So if you talk to me today and I'm tired and grumpy that'd be why. I think what makes it worse is that I'm still sick myself and B is miles away having fun!
6am and the whole house is up now. Joy. I'm having a nap this afternoon!