Poorly

There is never a good time to be ill when you have children, but a really pants time to be ill would be at 3am, when lee is working away.

Straight away I knew what was wrong, that familiar stabbing of red hot needles, the shivers closely followed by the sweats, the blinding headache!

Mastitis how I hate thee.

Somehow got everyone dressed with the minimal amount of tears from us all and got Charlotte to nursery. Headed straight to doctors and even though it meant waiting, I had antibiotics in my system by 9:30am.

Came home and went to bed cuddling William. We woke around 1pm but alas, still felt crap.

Uncle John popped round with a pizza, garlic bread and chocolate and offered to collect Charlotte from nursery. As he isn't on the list he drove William and I to collect Charlotte. Too bloke.

Somehow managed to survive bath and have both children in bed, I've eaten a bit of tea, drunk pints of squash and now I'm in bed too.

Feeling very sorry for myself, boo hoo boo hoo