The Infectious Blur

Must. Stay. Awake. Need. More. Coffee.

There is a plague on our house. Everyone but me seems to have contracted tuberculosis, or else unbeknownst to me, the small people have taken up smoking behind the pre-school during lunch break. That’s the only explanation for the coughing and spluttering symphony that keeps erupting 'round our house. I am hunkered down in the trenches, armed with disinfectant and a face mask, warding off small children with snotty noses. They try and sucker me in with their Daddy, I love you and Daddy, I need cuddles. I know their wily ways and tricks.

The photo is to remind me that, despite a total lack of sleep, these three little snot-filled monsters are terribly cute most of the time - the emphasis is on terrible.