Accepting the inevitable

It's 'mediocre' virus time at the Hamiltons. You know the types. The ones that appear as a sore throat in the morning and a headache and progress to the stage where you notice it all the time, but it's not bad enough to get antibiotics for? Yeah, I know that you knew what I was talking about.

Craig fell sick, then me, then Ava, then Willow followed by the dog (ok, so i'm embellishing a little there).

I know what this means for me- lots of water (if i remember), lots of sleep (if i can get it) and some fruit high in vitamin c (breastfeeding makes taking medicine virtually impossible). I know what this means for Craig (I forget he's even sick because he doesn't like to mope, so he ends up being sick for weeks on end.)

But what does it mean for the kids? Well, Ava's now one and a half, so it just means she's even more sensitive and clingy than normal (can it be possible???) and I've just discovered what that means for a newborn. Back to feeding every 2 hours! Just when you get a little more sleep and a little more "me" time, they snatch it away from you again...

It's a good thing that God makes them too cute to ignore in times like this. =)

And can I say, that I'm missing my Mum, too. If she wasn't visiting my poor sister in Qld who never gets regular help with her toddler like I do, then I know that she'd look after the kids for me so I could get some kick-'a' day sleep.

=) At least Mum taught me that it's nice to 'take turns'. And Alexandra, this weekend is all you're getting! (just kidding, gorgeous Alex, you're amazing!)