Went all winter with hardly a sniffle really, and then like ninepins, in fourth term, they have fallen...biggest one declined to be photographed in what was hardly her finest hour...2IC found mum's bed quite comfy for a nap, thank you very much. Even though I had the rest of the bed covered in rejected clothing as part of my big ruthless, and realistic cull. Big girl Saturday, middle on Wednesday.
This one below though, prefers to do all of his upchucking nocturnally on Saturday night, which is terribly inconvenient to his mothers sleep patterns.
And of course, with about as much condition on him as a Kenyan marathon runner hardly needs a day off his feed, has struggled all day and laid about looking pale and interesting (although it could well be the start of the male condition Man Flu)
His beloved collection of cars did not even tempt him, even though I tipped them over just so, allowing them to tumble slightly out of their bag (mesh peg back, has been the Best Place for storing, and carting about, a little boys favourite toys).
With luck, this week will bring far better health - and less need for sourcing non holey, suitable containers in the wee hours. (ie NOT a colander)
Must add Detol to my shopping list. Have run out in my disinfecting frenzy in the wee hours. Hooroo.