What lorna has handled today

One by one, all of the children became unwell. I ran between sick children, up and down the corridoor, taking temperatures- buzz buzz; administering calpol, glupe glupe; carvol, drop drop; stroking heads, there there; bringing water, swish swosh; taking it in turns mummy and daddy- then all hands on deck for a midnight bed change- yes sick in the bed, actually in the hair down the pyjamas- mmm every where. So this deserves a a midnight bath- nunight daddy, mummy can do this. My hands are in bubbles, warm soapy, soothing- a quick hair wash. O Oh. little creepy hair visitors... My hands are combing combing (have you seen Nemo) combing combing combing. A week later- yes I have three girls... Combing combing, combing combing combimg ...