I got a root canal on Saturday and I tried really hard not to complain about it and just go, be positive and come home to my son and husband and just have a good rest of our weekend. I took the least amount of numbing medicine possible so that I could nurse my son when I got home due to him hating bottles. We've tried every bottle, every nipple...he just prefers the boob. Sippy cups, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of or we'd do that.

I'm a stay at home mom, recently left my job and always try to ensure its easy on my husband for the weekend or when he comes home. When he is sick, I'm by his side no matter what. When the baby needs me, I'm the one that takes to him.

I was gone for three hours on Saturday and omw home, my husband texted me asking how much longer (I gave him my eta and was picking up pizza for him) I told him I wasn't far and he goes, well hurry up because I have to go to the restroom and haven't been able too....like what does he think I do..just hold it. So I told him to take the jumper or his chair and put him in there with him. No answer.

Fast forward, Sunday I started feeling bad. Like really bad. Every ten minutes I had to go to the restroom and had the shits. And then it felt like my mouth had been hit by brass knuckles. I was just in pain. I didn't go and get ibuprofen so that is my fault, but I was so focused on getting home to relieve him of his dad duties......

I should've just gone and got some. I need to start thinking of myself.

Well today my husband wakes up and is like can you finally juice some juices for me. The veggies and fruits are going bad. (They're not...we just got them) and I don't even have a lunch. (I was sick last night and told him to make it so that I could get the baby to sleep and go to sleep myself.) We get into this huge argument about how im just having a pity party for myself and that I should just get over it. But yet when he was sick he asked for me to be there, rub his belly, get him some meds, make him soup etc.

Then he goes, ill just take some time off tomorrow because OBVIOUSLY you need the help.

I'm so over it. Like up to my ears with frustration. He acts like I get 6 hours of sleep, have it easy at home and just diddle daddle all day long.