I’ve just worked a nightshift and have not one, but two poorly children at home 😳
I must confess I was rather lenient this morning. For the past two weeks they’ve both had this flu/virus on and off and this morning I just thought Oh fuck it, it’s the last day of school – let them stay off and recover properly.
Now my eldest daughter is nearly 11 and banana head is 8 so they’re not little children and I feel perfectly confident and comfortable in leaving them downstairs whilst I try to grab a couple of hours sleep.
It’s not working – my ears are pinned back – so far I’ve heard the biscuit tin being prized open – the tell tale fizz of a large bottle of coke being opened – the rustling of crisp packets – and the dog has just come up the stairs with a pair of knickers on her head and wearing a cape!😳
I think I better get up ………. 😳