Running on empty....

Beginning to think sleep is a luxury I can't afford.
Asleep by 10, awake 11:30 with a coughing Wom. He then covered me in phlegm sick! Delightful. Went to get lee to come and help but he was deep deep deeply asleep and apart from mumbling swear words, could not be stirred. Wom enjoyed going downstairs in the middle of the night and wanted to play! Got him back to sleep around 1:30 once I was pretty confident he was ok, couldn't get back to sleep then. (When I was at uni the boy of the family I lived with was sick in his sleep, sadly he passed away due to this, I'm terrified I sickness in the night)

Wom stirred again around 3:30, cuddled him till 4:30 then took him into our bed. We all got back to sleep until I heard footsteps and a voice saying 'I fell out of bed!'. I took Wom to munchies bed, daddy and Munchie tried to get more sleep.

Pottered for the morning, went to visit the pigs. Munchie zonked in the car to the point of me almost turning to go straight back home. Woke her and she was happy to see the pigs.

Home. Lunch. Grandfather came to play for the afternoon, Munchie was very excited to see him, Wom was wary at first but think that it was more to do with being tired than anything else.

We ended up with Munchie fast fast asleep on the sofa and Wom fast asleep on daddy. Eventually we had them both awake

Neither of them ate well at tea time, we tried everything! Gave up. Went outside and had a lovely time playing, bouncing and being silly.

Wom has gone to bed
Munchie has gone to bed
Who knows when either one of them may wake
Who knows how much sleep I will get....