So last night around 10 my husband and I are sitting on the couch watching TV. He starts complaining that his knee hurts then looks at me and says I look tired. Yea I'm tired and he asks why. Is he freaking kidding me. We have a 3 month old who is ebf. So I'm the one who gets up in the middle of the night to feed him, is up at 7am every morning with him while my husband sleeps until 8, comforts him and carries him when he's upset (teething already...). I can't believe he even had the balls to ask that question. And on top of it all during the day he'll complain that he's tired because he had to get up early for work 2 days a week.

Then he says to me I bet you're looking forward to going back to work because then you can get out of the house. I ran to the store the other day alone because I've been couped up in the house with baby, aside from a few short trips here and there. No, I'm not looking forward to going back to work, I'm looking for you to step up to the plate as the father and watch our son for a few hours so I can go out for a little while.

Just frustrated...rant over!