But a week on flood alert, biscuit overload and lack of sleep must have shot my immune system to pieces. I joked about going down with something for Half Term… some joke as I am now wondering around the house in an oversized cerise dressing gown, looking like something out of a pilot for Night Garden meets The Undead.
Boy’s CF (and the need to minimise his risk of infection) add a new dimension into the mix. And, now he is older, he is taking on more responsibility himself. He’s resisting hug fest and is keeping his distance. He’s nicknamed me the Snot Monster and insists on brushing his own teeth.
But he can still melt hearts. Last night, he offered me his hot water bottle…. at arm’s length, but the thought was there.
Joining with Oliver’s Madhouse for Monday’s #MagicMoments linky.