Morning all
Sasha has had one of her world famous fevers for the last 48 hours. She was supposed to perform in a play in front of an audience last night, my mum and dad came over for it, but she had to pull out. We just couldn't get the drugs to lower it enough for her to say her 5 lines just around the corner. She was pretty disappointed but I could see she was quietly agreeing.
And today was our family Father's Day, as last weekends official one was when my nana moved house, so we postponed it a week. Poor Geoff, he spent most of last night up with Sasha, so I let him sleep in, then we all climbed into bed for breakfast in bed. Which was going great till Sasha (look away MM!!!) was sick, all over me, the carpet, her.. the toilet floor, in the bathtub. So that took a long time to clean, and the washing machine is still going at 10pm.
Then Oliver added to it by spilling his juice all over the bed and bedside table.
Still hubby's had lots of little girl snuggles and has got to watch lots of car racing. Not quite the weekend he had planned though.