Ever since DD2 was born, DH has gone out of town for work every month for about a week or so. And everytime he goes out of town, without fail, DD2 has gotten sick. I mean, four months old with RSV and nebulizer sick. I work full time, I have no family that can watch the girls (BTW, my mom was just diagnosed with Cancer and is undergoing chemo, and she was the only one who would watch them, once in a while). DH was gone for six days last week, and of course DD2 caught a nasty cold where she had to have the nebulizer, which anybody who has had to do this knows your kid won't sleep afterwards. I had to take two days off from work, and of course got sick myself from her snotting on me. DH got home Friday at 11 pm, and all weekend, while I felt like dog doo, I had to go about my normal routine as if I hadn't just done the whole thing myself for a week. Saturday, DH let me sleep until 7:30 (bless his heart) when the girls just got too loud for me to sleep anymore. Last night, he gets some sort of stomach virus, and is up all night puking. Now, I feel terrible for him because I know he is in agony and everything. But part of me is like REALLY!!!! Not only did he keep me up all night with the sounds of his death throes ... He woke the baby several times, so I had to deal with her. Then she woke up at 5:30 and I couldn't even take a shower because I didn't want him handling her and getting her sick. I had to iron my clothes holding her because she was so fussy. Now I am at work while he texts me how awful he feels. Really? I'm sure I will be feeling that way soon because you breathed your puke breath on me all night. And when I get sick, I will still be expected to do everything I am doing now. I'm so tired from the stress of my mom's illness, having to drive the girls around (he has a work vehicle and isn't allowed), never getting a break until I literally fall into bed at nine or ten at night, just to get back up and give DD2 her late night bottle, a full time job, etc. I know he works, and I'm sure he doesn't want to be sick, but its so frustrating because just when I think I've hit my breaking point, he throws something else at me. Oh, and if I say anything to my mom, she says at least he works and he does more than your father did. MIL, who never worked a day in her life, tells me he has a career and I just have a job. Eff you! Sorry, ladies, I know I sound bitter and irrational, I'm just tired and fed up. Rant over.