Morning.
A slept fine, thanks Bicnod. Well, I mean he woke twice, had a quick feed and then went right back to sleep.
DS1, on the other hand, now has yet another tummy bug.
Got A to the CM's, then DH set off in the car to find his motorbike, which he had abandoned on the motorway exit road in a blizzard last night (with bitter irony, about an hour after he had left it the temperature rose dramatically and it has since been p'ing with rain).
He called to say he had found it and it had started, so he drove home, we bundled an ill DS1 into the car and set off, only to find it had vanished.
DH called the police to report it stolen, and we drove home.
Decided to stop at the motorway gendarmerie on the way, to ask them to keep an eye out, and they said a breakdown lorry had removed it in the 20mins it had taken DH to call me, drive home and return.
Drove to the garage, waited around, drove home, and DS1 promptly spewed all over the sofa, his clothes, my clothes and the floor.
I am slowly losing grip, TBH. I've given up trying to work. I'm so tired I can barely focus, never mind concentrate on anything. I have a whole new course on translating travel literature to write in the next 2 wks, and I have not the brainpower to do so.
On the possibly plus side, Alex has a tooth coming in at last. Is he the only one who still has none? I can feel it just under the lower gum, and it now hurts when he "kisses" me by clamping my chin between his jaws.
Puzzle, I fully sympathise with the upright night scenario, it is a real killer.
What is the Garry thing?
Bon courage everyone.