Don't you hate it when you can't sleep because you're actively coughing up (what feels like) pieces of your lung?
Don't you hate it when your kid can't sleep because she's got a terrible cold and keeps gagging on her own mucus?
And don't you just hate it when you've been up for three (going on four) hours, coughing, puking, and doing breathing treatments all while trying to console a sick, exhausted baby?
I bet you hate it when you've done all that you can think of to MAKE THE COUGHING STOP, but nothing helps.
Don't you hate it when you get on facebook to pass the time since you won't be sleeping anytime soon anyway, but of course no one else is on facebook. They're sleeping. Ironic.
Don't you hate it when you're finally settled in a semi-upright position, the coughing has eased (a little) and you're about ready to fall asleep when the baby starts crying again?
The cherry on top? Your husband sleeps through it all.
Don't you just hate that?
Yeah, me too.