Oh TS, how sickening.
And Dizzy, it is not fair of your family to make you feel bad. You are a fantastic mother, wife and friend. People are nuts.
I spoke to my friend today, and things were refreshingly (if not entirely) positive. So the panics I've been having all weekend have abated, thank heavens. Tomorrow is the last day of teaching too, so that will take a big chunk of disruption out of the week. The long drive up to Cork, and the swapping over means the whole day is gone pretty much and having Wednesdays back will let me start to work on some money-making schemes I hope).
Spherical tummies? No, I've only seen them on other children. Mine are skinny little feckers.
Poor dd1 has slapped cheek virus and has been sick, hot, uncomfortable and her usual positive self throughout. She really is Maebh the Brave.
DD2 has developed a very strong set of opinions. She woke from her nap and demanded 'Butter. Jam. Coat. Garden.' I managed to fob her off with a banana sandwich. She also had a bit of a wobbly when she discovered that ds was home and in bed sick instead of ready to play. (Tis lovely to hear your girls are so fond of each other Crispy).
He recovered rather brilliantly when the chance arose to work on his boat project though. One really positive outcome from the madness of the last few days is that even on little things, he has been much happier to tell me he disagrees with me. An end to a long run of passive aggression (when he isn't being his usual Mr Happy thing) is most welcome.
DH got into bed with dd1 last night (scoring a win for her in her tussle to get a bedshare with him more often than me). She kept waking him up with shouting and at one point shouted, 'You're my legs! Come back here right now!'