It’s been one crazy hectic week. Of poop and puke. We are all down with stomach flu, taking turns to fall like dominos.

The kids have almost fully recovered and are largely back to their chirpy selves while me and mum are struggling to keep queasy tummies at ease and mind the two bundles of energy.

I’m rethinking my previous idea that fever is the worst thing possible. I used to think being sick was the worst thing. Then I became mum. Being sick with sick kids to look after was much worse. Right now, being sick with stomach flu sort of tops the charts. And really, I don’t quite want to push the boundaries any more.

To health.