Morning.
Fucking flu.
Ill baby.
Fed up.
Ready for spring.
This has to be the last of the winter bugs doesn't it? WeVe had colds, throat infections, bronchitis, bronchiolitis, pneumonia and flu. Taht's it isn't it? There aren't anymore are there? We don't seem to have norovirus over here.
I just want a week with none of us ill. I swear I am at breaking point here. DH working late every evening really isn't helping, though it's not his fault.
And I know I should be grateful that it's nothing worse but I'm still pissed off.
And you know what I pretty much wrote the same post every week for the last few weeks, thinking we may be at an end of it, but we never are. It just keeps coming. It's bloody unfair.
I worked out that if I had been working I or DH would have had to take almost four weeks off since Christmas due to either sick children or sick me. Great use of annual leave.
I repeat: fucking flu.