TLM has pretty much been mildly sick for the last couple of weeks. I can't tell whether it's one bug that's morphing constantly, or a variety of bugs in quick succession. But it was enough to keep her at home on Friday (the boy stayed home to look after her and - guess what - there was actually more mess to clean up when I got home, than when I left that morning). She's still coughing a lot, but I'm determined to refrain from using the vaporiser in her room. That thing might help her sleep at night, but the walls look like waterfalls by morning.
And me, well I hurt my back again this morning. The first twinge occurred when I was lifting TLM's bike into the boot of the car, and it must've gotten worse while I was pushing her along on her bike on the school playground (she's only just beginning to "get" pedalling). By the time she was having her nap, I already knew there was no chance I'd be able to have my walk in the hills - not without either returning home a cripple, or stuck at the lookout waiting for a pair of kindly, strapping young men to fireman-lift me back down the track.
The boy isn't sick, much, but if he continues to do zilch share of the household chores then I might do something about that.