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.
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January 18: initial diagnosis in ER
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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.
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