Dh is upstairs reading the girls a story, and I have ds curled up on my lap watching Little Bear, and I don't know why but I suddenly feel wrecked and have tears pouring down my face. I think maybe the appointment we had with ds's paed followed by an exhausting holiday and ds having what could have been a fit, might have just all hit me and I have spent the day trying to keep ds happy whilst making Halloween decorations with the girls, and really I just want to crawl into a hole and cry and sleep.
I don't want to be crying when dh comes downstairs, please say something distracting!