We are all sick.
Millar started it. He had a few sniffles a week ago which started getting worse on Friday. We were supposed to go to a BBQ on Saturday that I had been looking forward to for about a month. The BBQ was with three lovely ladies that I met on another parenting network and their families. I hadn't seen them in AGES and wanted to catch up (and also show off the Ford Territory and skite about how awesome kidspot is).
Typical, when you plan on a big boasting session the flu will strike you down! It's Karma getting in first.
So I don't know where Millar picked up this latest virus but now we are all sick. Hubby reckons Millar gave him the flu for Fathers' Day. lovely. He seems much better now but I am at deaths door. I made him stay home today to look after us. We went to the doctor to get a carer's med certificate for him and the doc confirmed it was the flu and not just a girly cold.
We have spent a small fortune on aloe vera and eucalyptus tissues, a vapouriser plug-in thingy, saline spray, panadol, and difflam.
Millar freaks out whenever one of us blows our nose. He screams and shakes and cries. It's weird. I thought he might get used to it since it happens about once every minute in the snot factory that our home has become. But no. He reacts the same way every time.
and he absolutely hates getting his nose wiped or saline sprayed up it.
poor kid, he's not a happy chappy at the moment, and neither is mum. Thank god for hubby, he's cooking us dinner right now and has been fantastic all day while I've been dying.
gotta go. dinners ready, and then it's early to bed.
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