Still reeling from the stomach bug on Saturday morning, Friday went into labor. That night we brought home a baby (7 lbs. 19 in., in case you want to know). After a couple of hours of sleep, I stumbled through the day, put the kids to bed, and succumbed dramatically to the stomach flu myself. One night of groaning, tooth-gnashing, violently emetic despair and two days of alternately enjoying my new daughter and pursuing the zombie lifestyle of stomach flu recovery later:
It's time for a beer.