You know you’re going to have a great day when it all begins at 5:15 am, with a small person in your bed waking from a nightmare, thrashing and hitting and kicking anyone who dares touch him and screaming “I DON’T WANT A BIG CUP!!! I DON’T WANT A BIG CUUUUUUUUUP!!!!” Good morning! Up and at ‘em!

Thanks to my sister, I escaped the house to go to work. It’s a good thing, too, because although Bug is very certainly a poor, poor, sweet baby who is sick, he is also a poor, poor sweet baby who is GETTING ON MY NERVES.

There, I said it. Now you have seen a glimpse of my cold, black heart.

He has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, at which I suspect they will tell us he has a sinus infection and give us the magical medicine that will knock out the infection, make Bug sleep, clean my house, and cook our dinner tonight. At least, that is my fantasy.

And by the way, Doctor’s Office. I didn’t appreciate the ATTITUDE you gave me this morning when I called for an appointment. I think it’s time we had a talk about your TONE OF VOICE. And if I don’t see improvement, we’re going to have to start talking about TIME OUT. With NO COPAYS.

Don’t make me call your HMO.