tired...

Poor little man.
He's just out of hospital again today after a two night stay.
It looks like he's going to be an asthmatic. Bugger.

Anyhoo...all the usual lovely staff were there to welcome him back and he got to play with all of his favourite toys in the playroom.
I'm not faring as well however.
The usual barista was away and in her place was a scary goth with multiple piercings who made bitter coffee. Even the glorious Simone Logue cupcakes were sold out. Not happy.

I just wanted to pop by and say g'day.
The little ones have just gone down for a sleep and I've managed to make myself a decent cup of coffee - yippee!!

Next on the list.....scrub his bedroom from top to bottom to get rid of any dust mites and then dust-proof his room with gazillion dollar mattress protectors and latex pillows. What's not fun about that, right? Right??

Did I mention that he's been on steroids for three days and the only thing that's going to slow him down is a tranquiliser dart....and he can't have it, I've earmarked it for myself.

Time for my nanna nap.

Love you more than warm apple crumble.

Meredy xo.