Both DH and I have been feeling crap today: headaches, nausea, muscle pains. We’ve been tag teaming looking after DS while the other sleeps. In the evening we went to a local play park to allow DS7 to let off some steam (he needs a lot of exercise or he plays up)
after we got home I went for a bath. About 5 times DS interrupted with daft questions (what book is your favourite? When are you going to be finished)
eventually I got out the bath and came downstairs.
DS had completely tidied the living room. Took all his hotwheels to his playroom, polished the side tables (with wet wipes), tidied all stuff lying about, hoovered !!!!, and to top it all off, put all the fancy wee lights and lamps on, to make the living room look lovely for family film time.
aibu to be so bloody proud of him?