Oh, 6 am, we were supposed to be like two ships passing in the night; we weren't supposed to meet this way.
I woke up to clear the wads of snot out of my nose, since breathing is cool, and you gotta keep up, you know? Decided to check on the munchkin, and decided that sleeping on the tummy was not for those who can't roll back over. Cue pterodactyl-like screeching because that obviously means it's playtime for those who went to bed two hours later than normal.
Oh, and then having the hubs come in to tell me that the van was dead just added to the fun. It's a guessing game as to whether it'll start later or not, but games are fun, right? (...right?) My cold seems to have returned with a vengeance, which is great, because everyone at Jed's work wants cupcakes made by a red-eyed, snot-nosed, sneezing machine.
If I can get them there, that is.