I keep getting sick. Fevers even, and I NEVER get fevers. I'm coughing week in and week out. I blame months of baby induced sleep deprivation for compromising my immune system. And on top of that, I am so sore from training I struggle to reach my own nose to push my glasses up (for real). Yesterday afternoon I came down with a temperature of 38,6 and once the kids were fed dinner I ran out of all can-do. And as soon as Dwayne got home I left him with all the tidying up and went to bed for a truly rubbish night's sleep.
Luckily, I have no plans today. I cancelled my PT session at the gym, it's grey and chilly outside, Daisy is at kindy. Clara and I will spend the day in front of the telly, me watching said telly and Clara working on her new skill of stealing things off the coffee table.
Now, if I only had a bag of chips this day would actually be near perfect, under the circumstances.
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