Where’s My Muffin Man?????

I’ve been off the radar for a few days; what  with a  900 kilometres round trip to spend Easter with family, returning home with one boy suffering a cold which became (as it does) all 3 boys and a husband suffering with it, I have been somewhat busy.

With Man-flu.

I’m sure I don’t need to elaborate too much on what life is like with a house full of man-flu sufferers.  It has been an interesting study. I have found that the youngest,therefore least vocal, of the tribe was the easiest to deal with. As they get older and the ability to whine and behave badly develops they are harder to look after. The 3 Year Old is trying but the hands down winner, and I’m sure this will come as no surprise, is my darling husband.

There is nothing at the chemists for the main symptom of man-flu. Unless you count ear plugs. But I do have a heavy frying pan in the kitchen.

My prescription?
 One clang to the head, with a hearty dose of
“If you’re going to die, die quietly!”
and everything will be fine.