This was today. A forlorn little Ziggy, sick and sorrowful.

Today started very early. Some time just after midnight if I recall correctly. Apparently, 'after midnight' is the agreed upon time for stomach bugs to initiate a complete takeover. 

It's a tremendous way to wake, isn't it? To the unmistakable sound of your child preparing to throw up on the pillow your head is sharing with his about-to-be-throwing-up one. 

I pride myself on being a bit of a midnight ninja warrior, on my feet and ready to roll at a moments notice. I find Bren to be a leeeetle bit slower off the mark but last night, he was a force, flinging towels and wet facewashers at me, bringing buckets and stripping beds.

And through all the commotion, the bath Zig and I took, and the washing machine loads, Luca and Harlow slept on.

Thank you, baby Jesus.

Now I pray that the rest of us don't start falling like so many dominoes.

I have just one blog to share with you for this Saturday Share.

Four Plus An Angel – And She's Down

If you have never read Jessica's words before, I urge you to start. Here she writes of an approaching anniversary, one that no mother should ever have to commemorate. If ever there was a way to honour the life of her precious daughter, Hadley, it is through Jessica's exquisite and heartbroken words.

I hope you'll stop by.