Ho, ho, hooooyaa....

Shaun was meant to go to Algeria this week but thank God that he didn't because just after 4pm on Monday, Josiah got the "man flu". Misery all around this Christmas, folks. To date, his temperature is still holding on despite administering 4 hourly paracetamol via syringe (his favourite way of taking medicine). I have given him numerous sponge-wipedowns, two of which occurred at 3am on consecutive nights. My new carpets arrived yesterday evening and he has managed to puke on it by lunch today. In my sleep deprived haste to wash out puke-filled bedsheets, pillow, pillowcases from previous night - I managed to overlook a used disposable nappy in that pile and it went straight into the washing machine. I purposedly put on the LONGER wash thinking of all that yucky puke.

It is a week before Christmas, a week before I travel to Ireland and I have one sick boy, one jelly-filled washing machine, one new carpet with a funny smell to it, one load of puke and jelly filled laundry yet to be dealt with, one anniversary outing cancelled, one pair of sleep deprived adults in our lovely cold home.

So ho, ho, ho to everyone else in the world who is actually enjoying their Christmas season.

Oh, did I mention that my anniversary plans had to be scrapped tomorrow as I brave through my third consecutive day INDOORS. It is a record since Josiah was a baby.

And it was snowing this morning. Hooray...or not. I don't know because I am not human at this point. I am just a breathing machine focused on getting by another night without sleep.

Happy 4th Anniversary, Shaun. Here's to many more fun years (refer to above paragraph) together with me.

I think I have got cabin fever. Treatment for that? A trip back to sunny Malaysia should be an instant remedy. Except that it costs too much and at this point I am too tired to even shower.

Despite this I did manage to bake a cake for Shaun's birthday coming up this Saturday. My first attempt and I'd have to say, it did put a smile on my face

:)

Happy Birthday Babes!