Not another one.

Another day, another cold, we have two small boys curled up asleep, as they have been struck down by yet another winter bug, this is neverending. I never knew that being a mother could be such hard work. 5:15am this morning I was enscounced on the sofa watching "Ice Age" so Rob could get some sleep, and Josef and Felix could cough as much as they wanted to, without disturbing him. In the last three weeks I have never seen so many 3:15ams or hours that in my previous life were unknown to me unless I was staggering in drunk or doing a night duty. And when my childless friends accuse me of having an easy life, of watching nothing but Jeremy Kyle I will say nothing, but smile knowingly and look forward to the day that they complain about being tired, of having a baby that won't sleep or is teething, and I will not say I told you so.