At some point over the last week, a bug decided to sneak into our house and make us all feel rotten.
Thank goodness it was nothing too serious.
Just runny noses, sneezing and that general feeling of being unwell.
Apparently there’s something going around but, not wanting to infect any of our friends or family, we’ve been staying in and keeping the door shut.
Luckily, we had a sufficient amount of tissues to cope with all the runny noses.
But I have learnt that trying to wipe away disgusting nasal mucus from my girls’ faces is not as easy as I had thought it would be.
In fact, I’ve come to the conclusion that no child likes their nose being wiped clean.
And the strangest thing about it is that they seem oblivious to the fact that the green goo has left their nostril and is heading south – straight for the mouth.
If only catching it before it reaches it’s destination was so easy.
It can’t be left. As any parent will tell you, no amount of bribery or offering up of chocolate will make peeling off dried snot a good experience for either parent or child.
It’s a bit like when you want to get pen ink off your skin – one wipe is never enough.
My youngest, Alyssa, is now nine-months-old so it’s easier to cope with her.
Of course she doesn’t like it and will move her head from side to side when the wet wipe makes contact with her face to show her disapproval but in a few seconds it’s done.
If only it was so easy with her big sister.
I’ve tried every technique in the book with my two-year-old, Caitlin.
She is far too wise and knows that when she has a runny nose and daddy is heading her way with a wet wipe it can only mean one thing.
I also believe her mum and I must have produced some sort of new breed of child who has eyes in the back of her head.
Sneaking up behind her with the wet wipe at the ready just doesn’t work – she’s fast.
Not wanting to chase her around the room whilst feeling weak with my debilitating bout of man flu, I almost resorted to bribery.
But as I hadn’t visited the supermarket yet we were low on stocks and the chocolate had to be kept to reward only the best of behaviour.
Then I cracked it. She’s now at that stage when she wants to do everything for herself, so I simply asked her to wipe her nose and she obliged.
Why didn’t I do that first?
Problem is, now she wants to do it for the rest of the family too.
So I’ve had to explain to her that the nose of our dog, Ralph, is supposed to be wet.