So today is going to be fairly grim, then

[lougle]

DD1 didn't stop running for over 12 hours yesterday. She was up at 05.30, played silly games with her sisters (lots of running around and catching each other) until we went to soft play at 09.30, went straight to Nanny and Grandads for lunch and played with her cousins, then insisted on playing outside when we got back home, until tea time. She was absolutely spent.She has no off button.

This morning, she wanted to get up for the day at 5am. She's exhausted already. She just doesn't rest.ever.

Ooh good luck.
Will she watch a film ?

Sounds like DS3. Have you got anyone to give you a break this afternoon?

I think she's poorly. Had a headache, very subdued. Not herself at all. No bath, it's a wetroom.

DH will be home at 12ish.

Ds1 used to be that intense until about age 6, hes not as bad anymore. I remember people telling me hes just got a lot of energy he just needs to run it off, i would run him all day long, take him to the park etc he would still be buzzing, then people told me he will calm down when nursery starts - nothing, then when school starts - nothing, even after school activites like karate etc would still not tire him, it was like he didnt have an off switch.

Hes better now (7 almost) he still runs, skips and hops rather than walks but will sit albeit fidgeting, ive noticed now that hes started holding himself awkwardly he complains of sore, legs, feet, wrists alot now he cant stand still though when he does he flops to the floor, strange.

Well she clearly isn't well. She couldn't cope with being here (noisy siblings) so she asked to go to Nanny and Grandad's. They picked her up at about 10am.

Stupid isn't it? I spend the whole time wishing she'd sit still for a minute, then when she does it's so obvious she's poorly, so I want her to be her normal self

I remember my mum telling very fond stories about her granny rescuing minding her when she was a poorly little girl in a very busy house.

It's ok to feel ill if what stays with you long-term is the (conscious and unconscious) memory of being loved and cossetted and having special time with gran and grandad and no-one else there to steal their attention.