There is nothing worse than a sick kid. Our baby girl also seems to time her sicky days for when it has been one of those weeks where the calendar's exploded, and Murphy's Law decided to move in permanently. Honestly, I swear she has a sixth sense for picking the exact moment when my work is piling up, the washing machine breaks and the dog suddenly develops a mysterious limp.
It's like she and the universe join forces for maximum chaos.























