Ross is on his death bed.

It's aweful, he's so miserable right now, I know because I was on a similar death bed, although, his death bed has pillows and a blanket, mine was in the kitchen and my pillow was the hot stove as I stewed my fever over dinner, afterwords my warm blanket was the throws of the hot steam coming from the sink as I was doing dishes from dinner. BUT that's not all...poor Brynn got sick, too, and she was up all night, I was sick, couldn't breathe, couldn't swollow, and now I'm up feeding my poor sick miserable baby. Ross was in bed...he doesn't get out of bed once he's down. Last night to "make up" for the fact that I was so sick and miserable, he said "I hope you get used to the idea of sleeping tonight, I'm going to get up with Brynn so you can have a full night rest and she'll just have to get used to the idea of a bottle. I just laughed. What else was there to do? At least he got up early this morning after his full night rest and let me sleep in!