House of fun

If you’re thinking of paying a visit to my house, think again. At least until the weekend! House of fun we are not.

Husband has felt rubbish for more than 24 hours and is either brewing the Novovirus or Man-Flu.

Peanut has developed a nasty habit of waking up an hour early and being totally exhausted by day’s end [nursery or no nursery]. She was so tired tonight for a while she was inconsolable.

Me? I think I have PMT as I’ve started to get unnecessarily grumpy. This is either a consequence of husband and Peanut’s antics above, or is preliminary evidence I won’t be pregnant this month. Which just makes me sad. And in turn, more grumpy.

Woe is me [us].