I have a damn headache. I love my granddaughters, but some days they do my head in; and while they're sick it's one of those days. it also doesn't help that one has ADHD and likes to make weird high-pitched noises.
I'm finding it harder and harder to recover after each visit. But they only have to smile and my heart melts. It's then that I completely forget what little terrors they have been. Because they are my little angels.
I don't get any writing done while they are here. Hurricane and Monsoon always want to help. I've made that mistake before. I've left my current WIP open and one of the girls has either added a heap of gibberish of deleting big chunks of my story that I'll never get back. It's just easier not to have the computer on.