My little princess is a poorly girl today. She's had a cold threatening for a while, but today it's out in full force. Bless her heart, she's quite a drama queen, throwing herself on the floor and coughing like an old man.
I blame the parents.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't want my baby girl to be poorly, not one bit. But when she is, it gives me the chance to concentrate on her. And everyone else to concentrate on her. My dad asks "how's monkey feeling?" rather than "how are you?".
That might sound selfish and diva-like, not wanting people to ask after me all the time. I know they care, but it can get a bit repetitive and it frustrates me. My little monkey needs a bit more care and attention than I need at the moment, and that's fine by me.
I've drizzled her in Calpol and put a little spray up her button nose to help her breathe, and now we're settling down under our blankets to watch Finding Nemo.
The photo of her, by the way, is from her birthday a couple of weeks ago. I don't remember it properly since I had a bit of an "episode" that evening, but she looked beautiful... always does!
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