Medicine

Oh dear.

A hectic evening - straight to the sports centre again for wee C's gymnastics, and she'd only been in 5 minutes when wee D started to sob and demand to go home - he had a very sore tummy and a 'sore in my head, mummy'.

A quick text to hubby, and he came by the sports centre on his way home from work and whisked him away to get some medicine and to get cosied up in his 'pyjammies' and fleecy dressing gown.

Poor thing was still looking sorry for himself when I got back home with wee C. He just wanted lots of cuddles.

Have a feeling we may be needing more of what's pictured through the night tonight... Better get to bed and get some sleep while I can!