The wee man is having a day off nursery today. When I picked him up yesterday they said he’d not been himself, more gurny and feeling sorry for himself. He’s been pretty quiet since he came home, sleeping lots. Not the usual careering around the place that we’d normally get from him. This morning has been the same, poor wee mite! There’s chicken pox going around here at the moment, so I’m silently hoping that’s what it is. Would rather get it out of the way now than later… particularly when I have an awesome girlie weekend to look forward to four weeks on friday! (YAY Barbara and Nikki and whoever else we can get to come along for the evening)
No spots yet, but time will tell I suppose!