Snot

We are being quite the model Yummy family this week. Not.

I keep finding tissue everywhere. If it was not bad enough that toddler son keeps sharing his snot, it seems the man has felt encouraged to do the same.

I still do not understand why men have such difficulty with the common cold.

From looking at the stash of medicine you would not be blamed for thinking there is an army living here with full blown flu.

On way back from work (short of death would a sick day be taken ) The man collected half of the cold and flu stock from Boots to set up mini hospital for himself at home. He assures me that it is better to be safe than sorry, shame how this motto has not yet reached him replacing the loo roll though.

Daughter decides that assistant Nurse job has her name on it readily taking temp of the wounded.

The whole house reeks of illness, and am feeling ill just with the association. Thankfully toddler son seems to be coping much better and has got smearing his bogey on the front room wall down to a fine art. I spend the next two nights wondering if they are deliberately competing in snoring competition. Just as the corner to recovery is turned by the boys, Nurse daughter starts sneezing. I wake to discover new trails of toilet tissue leading to her bed. Great, another one bites the dust.

Leaving just me, the only snot free human in the house. While daughter enjoys new found role as patient.

I allocate another toilet roll, noting to self that we are on our last. Before I reach the bathroom my nose feels a tingle.

"Bless you mummy" the patient calls.

My turn to sit with two pieces of tissue up my nose.

Yummy.