The thing that keeps me up at night, apart from my child refusing to sleep, is illnesses or more specifically my children getting ill.
Not because of them but because I know by the time the illness has passed the likelihood of my sanity being intact is very very small.
Of course I am jesting slightly but poorly children take motherhood and the need for patience to a whole other level. So indulge me and my sense of humour in this tongue in cheek post about how to survive the dreaded chicken pox.