Can I vent?

My good friend Jen thinks that most of my posts are sappy sweet (on account of the baby).
So Jen, this one is for you:

Can I vent?
Randy took Boston to Disneyland this week. It's spring break at Boston is at a prime age to enjoy what the park has to offer. That's fine.
That leaves me alone with a 5 month old baby for a week. At night.
Quinton is a delightful baby, however, he is not the best night time sleeper.
Randy and I made an arrangement long ago that we would alternate nights (because I work too) and so a good nights rest is only a night away.
Except when Randy takes Boston to Disneyland.
A good nights rest is now a week away.
Quin is notorious for being stuffy at night, needing his nose cleaned and otherwise pampered. Let's face it, even though he's only 18lbs, he's still a boy.
And a cold does for him what it does to any boy:




So that's what I've been doing for the past 3 nights, "poor little bunny" and yes, I've got a cold too.
You don't need to call me.
I'm not going to start drinking.
I just needed to vent.