If you ever cannot sleep at night and are thinking about saying "give me one of those" when your husband is dosing himself some Ny.quil. Don't do it.
Two parents in a cold medicine induced haze when the kids wake up many hours before it should actually be morning may lead to a steak sauce/salad dressing/anything else in the fridge-that-you-forgot-to-lock-closed-before-bedtime fiesta at your kitchen table.
This photo does not capture the potpourri of oranges, cheese and salami shredded and stuffed into baggies on the floor... I was told that was my breakfast.
Want a coke? I'm sure it was not shaken.