I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Last night I was up until 1am working on a freelance project that didn't get anywhere close to done. I finally went to bed when I found myself staring at code that should have been simple, but my sleep deprived brain couldn't focus. When I did go to bed, I couldn't sleep because my wonderful husband who'd already been sleeping for 2.5 hours was snoring VERY loudly. Once I finally got to sleep, I was woken up not too much later by my poor sickie of a son. He couldn't sleep because of his coughing. While he was rolling around trying to fall back asleep and find a position he could breathe in, he managed to cough in Marcelo's face. I think I was a little less than understanding about him being upset about it since I'd just been thrown up on 10 minutes before. ;) And then it was up at 6:45 when Marc decided it was morning (due to the fact that someone - I won't say who - let him take a nap last night at 8:00 before I got home and woke him up for dinner)

I think that's enough complaining for today. Except I wish this cold would go away and I wish I weren't going to be up at least as long tonight. :P