I feel so irrationally angry at my husband for not having to ever get up with our newborn. I get it, I want him to sleep before he goes to work, but I am so damn tired I can barely function. I can count on one hand the amount of diapers he’s changed since she was born. I know I should be grateful I get to stay home with her for a few months, but frick tonight I wish I could go to work to get away