Bleurgh, I'm Sick

So this weekend was meant to be happy fun times with it being youngest's 12th birthday on Sunday. He did end up with a decent amount of presents and got to spend the afternoon with a friend. I, however, woke very early Saturday morning with the sensation of tiny daggers in my throat and knew what was coming. Sure enough, after getting up later that morning, the congestion started too. Youngest had already been a bit snotty the last few days and eldest needed tissues during one of his exams the previous week. I always suffer badly from infections though and this one has proved no exception. On Sunday, I was also very fatigued and had now endured a full night of wakings with a dry and sore throat. Nonetheless, I was determined to make youngest's day as special as possible, so I grit my teeth and got on with the celebrations and preparing to receive his friend for lunch. I spent a good chunk of the afternoon chatting with said friend's dad, while occasionally disappearing to blow my nose…