I mentioned I had been struck down with the plague and was very possibly dying (Please note I maybe over exaggerating) but it struck me down without warning. I went to bed on Tuesday fine and woke up Wednesday morning with no voice and feeling like death warmed up.
I don’t know how many readers have kids, but being ill with a toddler in fighting fit form is like trying to roll boulders up a mountain, its exhuasting, can be painful and is virtually impossible.
I made Wednesday into a PJ day which also involved building forts, so it was nice and easy. While I joke about my son being rough, he took my heartbeat, checked my throat, brought me down a teddy to cuddle and kept tucking me in.
Yesterday I was still down and out but my partner had a day off, so took a lot of the strain, but again coming downstairs I was greeted by a big hug and kisses to make me feel better.
Today my partner come down with it, he has been suckered punched by it as well, once again my son was in fine form, built him a rocket to put his cold in.
Basically I am raising an awesome human being 🙂