Get well soon ice.
OK, I've just about survived another Monday afternoon: school pickup, quick tea for kids, gymnastics for dd2 (ds1 & dd1 in tow), hang around for a while trying to kill 45 mins, collect dd2 from gym (drop off dd1 at gym, by now with a screaming ds1), get home, feed all kids again!, catch up on mumsnet...
I always think of that conundrum they set you at school about the fox, hen and the grain. That's what Mondays feel like to me, but I never seem to achieve the correct sequence or combo of individuals!
I'm saving the new fanfic until I'm managed to banish them all for the evening.