Ugh, what a horrid couple of weeks- Lula has been sooo ill and every second has been stressful. Brief joy of Al being home(for less than 48hours) was tarnished by my having a horrendous sore throat and Lula coughing her guts up every couple of hours for the last 3 nights. I went from sleeping in our bed, to her bed ( Al's snoring), to downstairs on the sofa (waiting for painkillers to kick in)to back to ours sitting up cradling Lula to try to ease her coughing. I feel so otherworldly I can hardly conceive that I've just said Goodbye to Al again for another 3 weeks : (
I've fed Lula a super early dinner so I can hopefully bath and bed her waay early and am praying I will get a decent sleep tonight and wake up feeling refreshed and ready to deal with the world!

Lula just agreed to play upstairs in her room so I could get the downstairs tidy. 15 mins later she called me from the stairs to say she had some paint on her. I cannot describe what she looked like- I have had to throw away what she was wearing(thankfully only a vest, pants and longjohns). When I saw her room it was so bad I actually had an asthma attack. Pools of black and purple paint, water jar tipped over, all the paint bottles open on their sides and spilling out. Then a row of little black footprints leading through our room to the bathroom- via some handprints on the cream bedroom wall and all the doors- to the bathroom where the sink/floor/a towel were completely drenched in purple painty water.
Her reply? "At least I took my Rapunzel dress off"
All I could do was strip her and shower her down, then put her downstairs while I sat on the bed and wept. I feel totally exhausted. I don't think I can do this alone anymore : (