Normally, I would be using this space to complain about how a completed ham sandwich, sitting on a plate, is what activates a napping child. And then I'd be all, WHYYYYYYYYYY? But in this case, I stuffed said sandwich in my face and he's still asleep. I'm certainly not complaining, and I don't think I'm gloating either. It's more like I don't know what to do with myself right now.
This must be what it feels like to work in an emergency room on a day when nobody comes in.