THANK HEAVENS FOR BANK HOLIDAYS

I went to bed at midnight but was woken at about 1am with Charlotte crying - she had a sore stomach. I sat and hugged her on the couch for 15 minutes till Léon woke up screaming because of his chicken pox. So I packed Lots off to bed and went in to Léon. He was hot and clingy and itchy. He woke up again at 2ish and 3ish and 4ish and 5ish and 6ish and by 9am Thomas and I had aged 10 years each. Thank heavens today is a bank holiday because I'm definitely not fit to drive to work or think once I would get there.