It's what I get for bragging.
I slept for about, approximately, on average, in the neighborhood of, oh I don't know, 4 hours last night.
Not to be outdone, my morning was worse than my night.
Emma woke up with a rash. She was in rare form. Poor girl.
Dean woke up for the 5,oooth time in 8 hours.
Emma peed her pants. (We're trying to potty-train.) Down her legs, onto the floor. More cleaning.
I looked at the calendar, and I go back to work in 3 weeks.
All of this happened before noon.