Its not okay for me to murder my husband right? The baby brought home daycare germs go figure. Mommy was struck first but I gotta take care of baby and myself and full time job and dog. Life goes on. Dad aka husband gets a sniffle the world has ended. He cant function anymore. So here I am rocking a stuffy baby petting a dog with my foot and pumping, while waiting on some tea to cool down to soothe my throat and hopefully help with some aching pains from a lovely cold. End of my mommy rant.