39 Degrees

Andrew ended up taking Connor into Emergency around midnight last night with a temp of 39 Celcius. It meant they didn't get home until 3am(apparently he has no infections just a virus so we have to ride it out). During that time Merryn kept waking and was cranky and hard to settle so I resorted to some old bad habits. It resulted in hardly any sleep for either Andrew or I last night so we are both the walking dead today and cranky as well. It's certainly not happy families here today with two zonked parents, Connor grizzly and burning up and all over me, and Mez cranky. The plan of a day out cycling has gone out the window and it's more about musical beds as we each take turns trying to nap. I just hope tonigt is better.