Tuesday, January 02, 2007


The Husband is upstairs, sleeping with a stuffed-up, snotty baby on his chest.

I'm downstairs, emptying the vomit bowl from The Princess every 20 minutes.

Last year, at this time (prior to January 18), I would have thought, Day-um, this sucks! What a horrible start to the new year!

This year ... (shrugs nonchalantly).

Ah, relativity.

January 18: initial diagnosis in ER

1 comment:

Nancy said...

Oh noooooo! However, I do see your point. It's music to my ears when my son throws a fit and actually voices an opinion on something!

Yay for brattiness and rotavirus! This year is gonna be good.

I hope everybody feels better soon.