Gah, splutter, atchoo and ow!

I feel like I am living in a memory game at the moment, the one where someone starts with; "I went to the shop and I bought...." and then each player has to add an item after remembering all the preceding purchases.

So here is my version:
On Saturday I had a nap resistant child
On Sunday I had a nap resistant child and the boy-flu
On Monday I had a nap resistant child, the boy-flu and a bump on the back of my head
On Tuesday I had a nap resistant child, the boy-flu, a bump on the back of my head and a bump on the front of my head.

Actually the child is napping well today, possibly because she decided that she wouldn't go back to sleep after waking up at 6 am so is now pooped. Aw bless. I, however, am wide awake and knackered.

As for that sloping roof, after sitting under it to feed the baby six times a day for a month you think I would know by now, well at least it is my head I am bumping and not the babys.

And for Beebee the boy-flu, or pneu d' homme as it is in French, is your run of the mill bad cold with cough and headache. However should a male have this they will proclaim that they are "dyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing" and need to lie on the sofa for several days with only the stength to point the remote control at the TV.
It seems I am not actually making enough fuss for it to be real boy flu but Mr. C is wise enough to take me and my snot-monster seriously.
Last time he had it was prior to Baby C arriving and I did try to indulge him because I knew that once she was here then I would have very low reserves of sympathy and he would be met with; "Pah you don't know what pain is, I've given birth"

Ah well it is 11 am and I am sure the day will get better. We are expecting snow tomorrow, several pillows worth.