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Let me begin my post saying that for the most part, my husband is a saint.  He helps around the house a little more than your average Joe.  He is a phenomenal father.  He's also a fantastic husband and great in bed.  Sounds like domestic heaven right?  It has it's moments.  Currently I'm on FMLA  with my daughter who was born 2 months premature.  She has 3 different medications given 6 different times a day and a monitor for her heart and breathing that alarms when she is in trouble.  I also have a 2 1/2 year old boy that is exploding with energy and emotion right now.  While things are for the most part going well and we are incredibly blessed, there's a lot going on here.  I'd have to say that this is the most stressed I have ever been in my life.  I look like I've aged 10 years already.

So, my husband goes on this ten day deer hunting trip every year that will put him about 3 hours away and in a patchy cellular service area.  He tells me that he is for sure going on this little excursion.  Deer Hunting?! I say.  "Are you freakin' kidding me"  I stay here all day everyday.  I barely see the light of day.  I can't even go to the grocery store unless someone comes to sit with my baby.  I'm completely reliant on my husband and mother day in and day out and he is leaving?  For ten days?  What makes him think he deserves this?  I'll tell you what he deserves...I'm going to scrub the sink with his toothbrush.  Pack that in your overnight bag!