Crashed out

Woke up at 5.30 to the sound of a little boy (who had just clambered into our bed) just about to be sick. It wakes you up pretty quickly.  I had three changes of clothes by 8am, when I had to leave for a quick meeting.  The one day in the whole three week break that he is ill, it the one time I had a meeting.

I'm feeling very lucky to have a job where, at times, I can be totally flexible and without guilt.  Came back straight after the meeting, the husband went off to work and I spent the rest of the day with the boys. 

The irony is that it was supposed to be his last day at the nursery. 

He must have been pretty exhausted, because at some point during end of the day TV time, he fell fast asleep curled up next to his brother.  They looked very, very sweet together.  The eldest spent the rest of his evening telling me to be quiet so that we don't wake the youngest up.