Um, what kind of year do you think it will be when the first thing you remember (at 4 AM) is “Mommy I pooped in my pants!” from the child that was running a 104 fever?

And then you wake up to realize it’s not all a dream (still hot, still pooping), and then the Aggies are stinking so bad that the kids beg you to switch to the Rose Bowl Parade rather than see another turnover?

yeah, that’s what I thought.

Happy new year, y’all. I’ll try and update you on our adventures later. For now, laundry time!