Sick :P

Ok, so I'm sick, Emma's sick, Nick's not, but he's still not helping me around the house. He literally comes home from work, we talk for a bit while having supper, then he gets on his computer to do who-knows-what until about 45 minutes before we head to bed, then he asks me what's wrong and if I'm mad at him. DUH. It would be nice for my husband to help me raise our daughter and to acknowledge all the sh!t I do during the day. Ugh. Just had to get that off my chest.