Nana time

On Monday's we pick up my granddaughter from nursery and bring her home to stay for the night.  We put the dogs in the car and set out to get there at 11.15 when her session ends.

I stood outside with the mums and another nana and chatted, because I was a bit early, and had a conversation about whether it would rain or not.  The weather girl had promised us a good day.  Well, it rained and when the doors opened I was nicely soaked.

I saw my grandaughter, and when she saw me she ran up to me to say the usual greeting 'Hello Nanna Rosie!' but all that came out of her little mouth was - croak!

She looked really peaky and by the time we got home she was asking to go to bed (at 4.30!).

I had forgotten how it felt to have a little one be ill;  my daughter is now a mother herself, but all those feelings came flooding back.   By 6 p.m.  Alice was asleep on my lap and burning up.   Calpol to the rescue to help with her tempterature, and put to bed.

At 2.30 am and she was awake and crying with an awful croaky cry, and her breathing was wheezy.  I felt so helpless and wished it was me instead of her, but all I could do was hold her, and tell her she would feel better soon.   Another dose of medicine and the Chipmonks DVD was the only thing that helped her to settle, and she finally fell asleep again.   I did too, but not for long before getting up to see my husband off to work and make his packed lunch.  

The puppies as ever were full of fun and jumped on me as I went into the kitchen, greeting me as though I had been away for a fortnight.  They couldn't understand why Alice didn't want to play and looked longingly at her with tongues hanging out and tails wagging.

At the moment, we are cuddled up under the throw, and she still doesn't have a voice.  Poor love.  I don't think we will venture far today.

A duvet day I think and watch Mickey Mouse Club all day if she doesn't improve. Such a shame because it is school photos today, but she will not be fit to go if some improvement is not forthcoming and soon.

Oh well, lots to do indoors - perhaps even some housework - but I doubt it.  Perhaps I should tackled the dogs, they need a wash and brush up and a trim.

Dogs just want to have fun -  what's going on Mum - oh no - don't get the brush out!

Aaaaggggghhhhh  ---  Nooooooo!