I was up at 5am this morning for the continuation of Littlest’s vomiting.  An early glance at Twitter told me I was not the only one in this predicament.  There seems to have been a glut of sicky bugs over the last few months, some real stinkers and Littlest seems to have picked up every one.  So, Husband has taken the older two off to his sister’s for the night and I have stayed home to look after poorly toddler, wade through the piles of washing these bugs create and sneak in a bit of blogging whilst she’s asleep.  Really I should be napping as I’ve been up half the night, but I was never one to nap much, even when they were babes.  Too much to do!

I might even have a go at a bit of clearing out….I feel that (rare) urge to purge!  It is so much easier when the rest of the family aren’t around to reclaim lost toys or give an opinion.

Another common complaint I have picked up from Twitter is that a lot of parents are suffering from kids who have feasted on an extraordinary amount of Easter eggs and are subsequently trying to burn off the sugar rush by pummeling their siblings, squawking, leaping off sofas and being very grumpy.  It was with weary relief that I realised it wasn’t just us then and thank God the school holidays are coming to an end.

Easter eggs are funny things.  I remember as a child it was with drooling anticipation that were awaited our one egg which sat on the sideboard for about a week and had been selected by us.  I usually went for a Cadbury’s Buttons one and my sister opted for something more fancy like a maltesers.  These ovoids of joy were delicious and the wait made them more so.  Today, it seems, my children are given eggs by everyone.  I am very grateful of course, and don’t want to seem otherwise, but by the end of Easter they have about 5 eggs each and are very blasé about the whole thing.  They enjoy them, they know people bought them and are grateful but they seem to have lost the allure that Easter eggs once held….or is that just me?  Even those peculiar little wired fluffy chicks that I still adore are not very thrilling to my kids.  They don’t get why mummy is so excited about them!  ’Too much stuff’ has been the reason given to me, but I am not so sure…we had plenty of ‘stuff’ too, but I think the world today is very much more urgent than in the 1970s.  Everything has to be now, right away, no waiting.  Anticipation is being replaced with expectation.  And I’m not sure that’s a good thing.  Especially when it comes to Easter eggs.