Barking Mad

Husband is not yet over his cough and Marguerite has joined him since Wednesday, providing a harmony of sorts. Oh, how tranquil are the nights filled with coughing, sigh. Anyway, my daughter has a lower canine cutting through. Gosh those teeth. The only time Marguerite gets sick is when she's teething. She's uber-fussy during the night (which means I've gotten even more sleepless), and cranky, but still full of energy during the day. My mother who is a Carica fan got a bottle of lagundi syrup for her. As for me, I'm a firm believer in flushing, so lots of water, also elevated head during sleep, tepid lemonade and honey, Vicks on the soles of her feet then cover with socks, lots of cuddles and rocking... Sleep, elusive sleep. I can't remember anymore what it's like to sleep for nine solid hours. No hope of me getting some shut-eye on Mother's Day either because I'll be busier than a bee. Oh well, the things one used to take for granted...