I just love how my husband is the only person in this house who’s well rested, can do anything when he wants and it’s all because he works and I don’t. He’ll do the dishes but I’m the only at all hours with our child. If it’s a Friday or a Saturday he *might* get up with them. I love how pathetic it is that on the nights he sleeps with the monitor on his side I feel like I’m at the fucking spa. He works from home and rolls out of bed when he wants, plays video games during the work day when he wants but he can’t watch his kid for a minute because “he’s on the clock”. When I talk to his mom she backs it up and tells me he works hard and needs to relax. What about me?!?! When do I get to fucking relax? I give EVERYTHING to our child. I don’t get to go to work to have a break, I don’t get to put her in daycare to have a break, and I don’t get help from my parents to get a break. I’m around our child 24/7 and I love them with every bit of my being. But cutting teeth nonstop (literally), sleep regression and sickness all rolled into one. I’VE HAD IT.

But no he’s fucking fine with it. If I would have known he would turn into this person I never would have had a baby with him after 10 years of marriage. He wasn’t this person. Now he thinks he can have his fucking cake and eat it too. I hate him.

Edit: we’ve had countless talks about it. He says it’s not that bad. He’ll “help” but that lasts literally two days (maybe a weekend) and then back to it again.