When the children are ill

It was already suspicious on Friday, that neither of them had appetite, on Saturday Robin started coughing and his difficult breathing, no naughtiness, no cheeky smiles, just wanted cuddles, cuddles and cuddles.
At night it has peaked, as he was really coughing, luckily not like last time, but he was coughing and kept waking himself up. So we brought him in our bed, so at least Benji could sleep, and until 3am, Richard was guarding him (as you couldn't really sleep because of his coughing) and from 3am I took over until the morning. And poor little Bobin was just whimpering and only could sleep very lightly. But he was so cute, like a newborn calf, he was searching for me in the dark half asleep, wriggling in his sleeping bag until he reached me, he relaxed. That's how he managed to sleep a little in the end, half asleep on my chest, half on the bed. There is something good in sleepless nights as well...

The day after the coughing peaked, and Benji started with his melancholy, he even said in the car himself that "Mummy, I feel sick" despite then he didn't even show any symptoms. However that night it was his turn to wonder out of their room, although he sorted it with 3 occasions only.
On Monday the other hand he was unmanageable. I blame it on the lack of sleep, but he was really like a teanager. Nothing was good enough, didn't listen to me, talked back, misbehaved at Nature Tots, hitting others with soft toys, not listening to the story, pushing Robin...etc
Adding a grouchy Robin, who only wanted to be in hand (with his 14 kgs), I couldn't wait for Richard to come home, and had to go for a run to air my head...

(Luckily now they both feel better, Robin has got back his cheeky smile, and one can talk to Benji without getting some silliness back)

Sleeping on me, making one arm numb...

Happy in the morning

One cheeky bee, and cheeky spider...