This how my day started...

Husband comes downstairs where I have our infant and toddler. I’m drinking coffee trying to wake up.

Me: “Good morn—“

Him: “What the fuck was that last night? You knew I was exhausted and you fucking woke me up and I couldn’t fall back asleep and now I’m fucking exhausted.”

Me: “I’m sorry. I tried to be quiet, but I was having monitor issues and I had to swap out the batteries and such.”

Him: “You didn’t try to be quiet. You were all over the place. I don’t wake you up like that.”

Me: “Actually, you do. I’m just able to fall back asleep. I’m sorry you couldn’t. I noticed you opened the windows and therefore didn’t turn on the air purifier, that’s why you heard everything. The air purifier drowns out sound usually.”

Him: *Goes upstairs to leave for work*

Me: “Yeah, I hope you have a great day too...”

Don’t start a morning like that. It’s rude. I stay up until 10:00 every night to feed our infant, and then wake up at 3:00 to feed her again. Then I wake up at 6:30 to make his lunch. I’m literally always exhausted. I don’t take it out on him. Not to mention I didn’t sleep well last night because he opened the windows and it only got down to 68 degrees outside, and it was super humid. 🤷🏼‍♀️

I’m very frustrated.