Sick Little Lion.

Last night, my little Lion was running a temperature. He was quiet, lethargic, and simply wanted to be held while watching the Wiggles. I gave him the last of the panadol, and popped him to bed around 7pm.

At 8:45pm he woke up sobbing, congested and flushed. I'll run to the chemist before it shuts at 9 I said to Deon, grabbing my bag and keys and racing out the door. Stepping into the chemist, I realised that in my haste I had forgotten to get changed. PJ pants, Ugg boots and minus a bra. Glamour all the way.

With my arms crossed over my jumper, I bought out the chemist of everything they had to help my little Lion, and zoomed back home. I have to say, the Ecu Bear Vapouriser is the best thing ever invented. Not a peep through the night, and he woke up at 7:15am, just in time for me to take him to his grandmas house before work. I felt a tug of guilt leaving him, but I know he's in the best hands, and his grandma will be spoiling him rotten with millions of hugs through the day.