8:50 Monday morning. A public holiday: Labour Day would you believe. My 8-yo boy, Sam, has spots all over his face, inside his nose and mouth, and they're spreading to his arms. He's miserably uncomfortable. It would seem that after being exposed 3 or 4 times, he's finally managed to contract chicken pox. And little Emma is sick too; we wait to see whether she develops spots. She did have a few isolated spots about a week back, so perhaps she's already over it?
Nat and I are facing at least a week of kids at home to cover between us. I don't get upset about the lost income; I figure that's just one of the costs of parenthood.
I need more coffee.
9:03:55 AM 
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