Stuffy sinus stutterings (todays post brought to you by alliteration)

There is nothing like a hot pot of tea, flannel jammies, big socks and a blankie when you feel like death warmed up.  With the better part of the night spent tossing and turning in pain and the feeling that your nose was going to explode spraying mucos in seven different shades from it all over the bed, when I was awoken by the radio this morning I couldn’t even muster the strength to hit snooze.

Today I thank my stars I am merely a stay at home suburban Mum. After waving from the confines of the couch to my two oldest as they charged off to the bus stop, and a quick snuggle from my youngest (who thankfully can make his own breakfast and can use a remote in that deft manner in which only those with a y chromosone can) I poured myself a cup of tea and curled up with Mr.Love, my favourite bear purchased for me by my favourite man.

So, I am off to drown myself in Pay Tv and tea while a hack up a lung.