So it’s just gone 1 in the afternoon, Henry has gone food shopping and the rest of us are cuddled on the sofa watching Cars… again. Yup the lurgy has hit our house.

Last Thursday I started feeling a bit off, nearly a week later and I’m still producing enough crap from my nose and chest to fill a swimming pool and I’ve spread it to the rest of the house- oops!

There’s been more sleep during the day than at night, plenty of sofa cuddles and enough CBeebies to send any sane individual round the twist. Henry and I have dragged ourselves into most of our shifts, on a couple of occasions we’ve been sent home- Henry spectacularly lasted less than half an hour on Sunday.

Sunday was a slight sore point as we’d been looking forward to a birthday pool party for ages, I’d got the day off for it and the swimming costumes were ready but this was the morning Henry and Polly ‘officially’ went down with the bug. So instead of family swimming, we had family sleeping on the sofa.

Standards do go a bit out the window when everyone is sick as no one has any energy and to be fair everyone in the house is either asleep or in an animation coma so they don’t really care that the hoover made it out the cupboard 4 days ago and hasn’t found it’s way back home yet, or that the recycling pile on the kitchen work surface is looking like a life size replica of the leaning tower of Pisa or that the towel wash has been waiting patiently by the washing machine since Monday. I could go on. The important thing is that all 4 of us are alive even if pasta, fish fingers and toast has become our staple diet.

There have been a couple of hilarious highlights though- of course. Not sure whether it was Henry (who gets a bit emotional when he’s poorly) having a slight breakdown at the Cinderella Story on Sunday- not letting him forget that in a long time. Then there was me who fainted while changing Seb’s bum the other morning- it wasn’t a bad nappy, I just stood up too quick. Henry came in just in time to guide me onto Polly’s bed while he redressed a very confused baby. Then there’s the little queen herself who did a ‘sick day’ in style today by eating cheese on toast while watching This Morning and reminding me we need more chocolate in the house. Then there’s Seb himself who ate two meals sat on the floor the other day with the rest of his family watching on while shivering under blankets with a sweat on at the same time.

But enough of the self pity. I just thought I’d share an insight into a household where everyone is poorly and where on Monday morning when the work alarm went off at 6:30AM we basically drew straws on who was facing the public first- I didn’t get dressed till 4PM so that shows who ‘won that one!