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).
January 18: initial diagnosis in ER