We’ve had all our weekend plans put on hold, the snot monster has come for a visit.
We’ve had a long night with a little girl who doesn’t understand why she feels so terrible and as much as that sucks I’m grateful that we slipped past the first year mark without any colds.
I went in for the spoiling method, which included a bath at 5am bringing three rubber ducks back to bed and watching Octonauts on the iPad, and some tissue throwing.
I’m pretty sure we’re headed for another long night so I’m grateful that there was a long nap and some small reprieves from foot stomping and frustration during the day.
So here’s to vaporisers, Vicks baby rub, tissues and all those other parents out there not getting any sleep. How lucky we are that all it is is a cold.