Get home from work at 0030 or so... fall asleep about 1-ish.
Daughter comes into room at about 2 with breathing issues - seasonal change is apparently murder on her asthma. She climbs into bed with my wife and son and I. I finally climb out and grab a blanket, sitting against the bed next to her, rubbing her back, helping to keep her calm which helps her breathing.
After about 45 minutes or so she sits up and says "Daddy, I wanna go..." and reaches her arms out to me. Not sure where she wants to go, I lift her up, listen to her breathing, and go to wake my wife up, to let her know I'm debating taking her to the ER if her breathing doesn't improve.
Whereupon she pukes down my back. Which ironically enough seems to ease her breathing.
Get her cleaned up and put to bed, lie down in her room with her. We go through this two more times.
So in addition to asthma issues today, she's also got a stomach bug. Lovely.
And this is on the day that I work until 7am, after coming in at 2pm.
There ain't enough coffee in the world, today. But at least Rhiannon seems to be feeling better after she got that last one out.