Oh god ladies I'm about to snap. I'm upstairs in tears.
Weekends are usually my mornings off. Toby will wake up, OH will take him downstairs and I get to catch up on sleep.
Today, Toby woke up at 4 and OH decided that he deserved a lie in. So he slept til 8:30.
We had a busy day and I fed Toby when we got home and got him to bed. He kept waking up so I was up and down the stairs settling him down again... All the while OH was watching a movie on tv instead of ironing his work shirts and doing the bottles.
Then I sat down for a breather and logged onto facebook, at which point OH asked me to iron his shirts and do Tobys bottles so he could go for a bath. When I reluctantly said yes, he went to the loo, came back and threw a huge strop because I hadn't finished on the laptop yet...
He accused me of being lazy and pulled out that classic line "well I actually work for a living"
I'm livid! How dare he!! I spend 24hrs a day, EVERY day looking after our son. I get up at 4am while he sleeps. I settle him while he watches movies. I comfort him when he's screaming the house down. When I'm ill, I'm there for Toby. When im cooking the dinner, im there for toby. When it's too hot and OH is in his air conditioned office, I'm sweating like a pig and I'm running around doing housework and I'm still there for toby.
But no. I don't do anything because I DON'T GO TO WORK.