Got home on a rainy, dark and wet Monday last week to a power cut. 30 minutes in a snotty Jambeans started screaming blue murder before vomiting madly all over me, my boobs, my work clothes and my hair. Yeeeeuuuuccccchhhh. No hot water so had to make do with a cold flannel wash for both of us and a croydon facelift for the sicky hair.
God I stank.
Jammie spiked a fever that lasted all night so we were 3 to the bed with Mum and Dad Florence Nightingaling whilst Jammie moaned quitely to herself. Power cut lasted 5 hours. I was so knackered when it finally came back on, I only summoned the energy to have a shower 4 hours later after a bit of uncomfortable pregnancy kip.
How I just love being a mum sometimes.
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