I'm not quite dead. Yet. Life is however working on it.
The Child has survived the Pox and we're on daily pox watch with The Baby. The same baby who has had the same flu that I have had. It's one thing being sleep deprived and another being ill but when you've been both for over a week, well fry me my brain and serve me up an omlette.
The husband has been talking about the bricks again and I've now taken to asking him if he wants them gift wrapped.
Only two more sleeps till Christmas. Oh Arse.