The boy has been proper poorly this week.  Nothing major, or even identifiable really.  Just very high (worryingly high in fact) temperatures, general grumpiness and a lack of desire to sleep through the night (yawn).  The doctor said it was probably a virus – seems to be a fairly standard response from the doctor whenever I take my children in with mysterious illnesses.  His temperature finally lifted this afternoon so hopefully we’ve seen the end of it.

The only thing that’s really cheered him up is his Daddy.  I’m torn between dismay that I’m not his first choice and relief that at least he’ll go to someone else for a while.