Don't whine while I'm whining.

I'll be making a medication spreadsheet again, the girls have chest infections, and Hazel has an ear infection. They are clingy and pathetic, they were clingy and pathetic yesterday too, and in the night. Hazel's coughing up like a Persian cat who dines on whole Angora rabbits. I'm trying not to go spare wiping up little pools of phlegm and being sat on. But, on the bright side, Moab's feeling better and I can play with the computer while they watch Dora for the hundred and twentieth time.

Oh blast. I just coughed.