"Oh hi, yeah just two baby panadols and a gun please"
"Two baby panadols & some gum? Sorry we don't sell gum here"
It didn't actually, but it's probably best that we don't own a gun at the moment. (I did think twice before making a gun joke, and then I realised I'm not American so surely it can still be taken somewhat lightly)
Both babies are snotty, wheezy, coughing messes. Throw in some molars breaking through for Os, and onset asthma for Blake, and we have ourselves one hell of a shitstorm around here. We've been on lockdown for 48 hours, containing the germs, watching UP on repeat, and slowly going insane.
Perhaps I should be looking on the bright side- how solid will their immune systems be after this winter though right? Thickest skin out. It's all well & good to think in future tense with high hopes for all of five minutes though, and then current reality comes crashing back down to earth. Reality in the form of a persistent whinging sound, and two tiny humans spluttering right in my face.
Pre this week, I had thought one really sick baby clinging to you was absolute worst case scenario... Two is a living, wheezing nightmare.
Let's hope these antibiotics work their magic in the next 24 hours or else you may discover me in a ball rocking back and forth in the wardrobe by tomorrow.
So, that's all the excitement happening around here folks! Don't let me hog it all! Old positive pants is back in town!
Excuse me whilst I get back to being a tree housing two koalas;
9 hours, 9 hours, 9 hours.
Gemma
Thought of the day "Coffee x 3 please"
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