Happy New Year, everyone! Alternatively: Happy First Work Week of the New Year! Or, as I like to call it, The Week Dane Goes Back to Work and the House Falls in Around My Ears. If you want to get descriptive.

And to make the week extra special, we’re sick. (Side note: I feel like every winter my blog posts are pretty much, I’m sick! I’m kind of better! I’m sick! I’m kind of better. The kids are sick! Now better. Wah wah wah, germs. And then it gets to be summer, when I whine about blah blah the kids don’t sleep enough because the sun stays up for like eighteen hours every day. I am nothing if not predictable.)

Now Dane’s standing behind me saying, “Really? You’re trying to blog now? Really?” And he maybe has a point, what with the fact that it’s 10:58pm and I’m sitting here with a pile of used tissue and the keyboard instead of getting some rest. Oh, and now Sadie’s awake again. Apparently it’s hard to stay asleep when you can’t breathe through your nose and you’re a baby.

Ah, well, the (nonexistent) resolutions will have to wait for some other (never) day.

Hope your year is off to a blissful start.