Well, it’s Monday. It’s just after 10 a.m. Which means that I am in the car, on my way to work for the week…
But wait – no I’m not! I’m at home, tending to flu-ridden child and hubby. Sigh. At least Colin is now old enough to appreciate why one runs to the toilet, so there’s been a lot less sheet and comforter washing.
Frankly, the hardest part is keeping Robert, who is not sick but who is four, occupied.
Shouldn’t that last line read “not sick YET”?
Stop that!!
Actually, Robert was coughing and stuffy last weekend, but appears to have recovered. Keep your fingers crossed.
Update – as far as I know, Robert is still fine – but I spent most of last night talking to Ralph on the big white telephone, as we used to say in high school.