Just a short rant-
DD and I got the H1N1 last week. I had a bad fever and really felt bad, so I asked DH if he could fill all of the bottles with milk. I told him which jar was good to be used. He comes back to the room and asked which jar. Really? So I told him again and he comes back, this jar? No DH the other one, nevermind, I will do it. Which is something he was more than happy to hear. So I drap my butt out of bed and made the bottles. Next day, I was sitting at the table and giving DD a breathing treatment and asked DH is he could fill the bottles. He complained, but put an effort into it. He couldn't figure out how the bottles went together. So I showed him how to put them together and filled them as he goes back to sit down, leaving me to do it all. Really? I thought every bad word I could think of. I love his some times, but he really sucks.