Its that time of year when all the bugs go round and nurseries become microcosms of germ warfare.
For the last 2 weeks I have had a foul cold, diarrhoea etc. etc.
Hubby dearest has had exactly the same germs as me but seems to be suffering terribly poor thing.
Snivelling and shivering I took myself off to work on Monday. At lunchtime his Mother rang me to tell me that she had made an appointment for me to go to the Dr.s for him to get some antibiotics, conveniently after 7pm so I could put the children to bed first!
Today he has an upset stomach and is completely incapacitated by the same thing I hhave had for the last two days and is demanding that I return home early armed with half a chemist.
Now I would never claim to be Florence Nightinghale but I have now frankly wholly run out of patience with the whinging.
Any suggestions? I think perhaps I may have to have him put down as it may be kinder than allowing him to live in such a miserable state...