So it's only a cold but my poor baby, won't eat, won't drink, is sleeping so much. For him anyway. We had the little fella in bed with us last night, was comforting knowing he was ok, but omg does he squirm wriggle kick and everything inbetween. I got poked in the eye, layed all over, kicked in numerous places and despite the fact that he was in the middle, he still managed to hog the blankets and I ended up right on the edge of the bed with my backside hanging out. And it was sooooooo cold last night too.

Shayne and I had just got comfy on the couch when the phone rang (this was about 9:30 last night) and he had to go help out a family member with an urgent situation and he didn't get back to just after 11. At which point I had just fallen asleep on the couch. I was a little disappointed as I was really looking forward to a snuggle with him and obviously couldn't have one when we went to bed. Hopefully tonight. I have just sent him off to bunnings to get an oil heater for Anthony's room as it gets really really cold of a night and if we can heat it up befor he goes to bed, It may help a bit. Fingers crossed. Then when he gets back I need to go to the suopermarket and get a few things to get us through the next couple of days but apart from that won't be doing bugger all. It seems really weird because I would normally be getting ready to go to work soon, but I am still in my jammies (at 1:30 in the afternoon. Yeah) Still need to hang out some washing too and get the dishes finished (just letting them soak atm) I m so lazy PMSL. But I figure I am allowed to be for a few days then I can get stuck back into being the nazi house wife. I used to be so padantic in regards to order and cleanliness but that went out the window ages ago. I'm not really that bad, it's a bit of an overstatement but I really can't handle messy, it drives me loopy.