I've had very little free time since his op because Dear Hubby needs to undergo physiotherapy daily. So I've been playing chauffeur, cook, nurse, wife and mummy and it's been tiring.
On the same day that Dear Hubby had his op, Connor came down with a fever. He stayed cranky all weekend and only wanted Mummy. No one else could soothe our grouchy little boy. Fortunately he's recovered and has been his usual boisterous self again.
My parents chose to visit us that weekend and my mother was a little upset when her one and only grandson refused to let her comfort him. I explained Connor only ever wanted me when he's sick and he'll soon want Por-por to cuddle him when he's all right again but I think my mum was still upset. It was a good thing he recovered while they were still here and the moment he did, he sort of "woke up" and held his arms out to my parents. To say they were delighted (after being ignored all weekend by the heart of their hearts) is Understatement of the Year.
So what happened to Mummy? After a week of having to deal with hobbling hubby, grouchy Connor and upset parents.... it was my turn to fall ill! LOL
This explains the silence on the blogfront. But I'm here still and I'm back.