Grateful for good friends who take the kids under their warm and affectionate wings, feeding and cuddling them so I can rest.
Grateful for doctor buddies who are always on the other end of the phone if I find myself weeping in a car park.
Grateful for blogging friends who send kindness and support across the intertubes.
Grateful for codeine.
Grateful for a Mum and Dad who'll travel the countryside in their camper-van visiting daughters in need.
And above all, grateful for partners like Keith who pick up all the balls I drop on a week like this last one; taking over all the late-night kidwork, the cooking, the washing, the clutter-bombs, the squabble-wrangling; and bringing cups of tea, raisin toast and reassurance that everything will be OK.