Leaving me to cope with almost 2-year-old DS, who should be in bed but isn't because he's been ill with a chest infection for the last week, and though he's nearly better his sleep pattern has gone to pot!
I actually know IABU as I told him to go, and that I'd be ok, but I DIDN'T MEEEAN ITTTT
. Knocked myself out on a kitchen cupboard yesterday (resulting in delightful A&E trip and my head hurts like buggery and I still feel slightly nauseous.
Why isn't he a mind-reader?! 