My son woke me up at 4 a.m. because he had thrown up. Yay.
So now, here I sit... on my second cup of coffee, hoping I don't have to miss work today because I had planned on taking tomorrow off already, and I hate leaving the people I work with hanging for two days.
Just a pointless post brought to you by someone who is overjoyed at having a small child right now, because sleep is soooo overrated.