Grrr! Had all sorts of things I was going to post up this weekend in order to make my blog look pretty and welcoming for tomorrow, but have been laid low by a mystery virus or maybe food poisoning which has involved a ferocious stomach ache, copious vomiting (and not just at the Big Brother snogfest) and a high temperature. Not sure what’s been going on recently, but my body is obviously telling me I need to take a bit more care of myself.
The hardest thing has been avoiding touching the Minx too much for fear of passing on the virus. At nineteen months she can’t understand at all why I am refusing to cuddle her or take her on my knee to read books together. The looks of confusion in her eyes when I ignore her cries of ‘mum-mee, mum-mee, mum-mee’ make me feel like the world’s worst mother, and the moment when she came up to me, signed ‘more’ and threw her arms up for a hug – which I had to decline – fair broke my heart.