Some guys seriously don't have a clue what its like to stay at home with multiple children. This post be a bit TMI, but I'm apologizing for that. I'm also apologizing to Matt again for snapping this morning.
He got off work this morning and went grocery shopping (which I didn't ask him to do) and brought home donuts for breakfast - so you would think it would be the beginning of a pleasant morning. After pulling an all-nighter with Mattox (he woke up every 3 hours), I woke up around the same time Matt got home. Mattox's pajamas were wet, he was fussy since he hadn't burped, and had a very stinky diaper. I haven't brushed my teeth, hadn't gone to the bathroom, haven't had a shower in over 3 days (Wednesday was the last one I remember and I'm not positive about that), haven't had sleep, and I'm covered in spitup in numerous places. So I hand him over to Matt telling him it was his turn. What does Matt say??? "Give me 5 minutes"
WTH? Give YOU 5 minutes? How 'bout you give ME 5 minutes??? I can't go to the bathroom in peace, I can't find time to brush my teeth much less shower, I argue with a 3 year old for hours and hours, I can't figure out how I'm going to buy Matt's birthday present next week because I'm not sure if a double stroller will fit through department stores' aisles, I can't go grocery shopping because groceries won't fit in a buggy with 2 kids, I'm not sure how long I've been wearing the same pair of panties for crying out loud!!!! And to add to that, let me stop in the middle of all of it EVERY 3 hours to whip my boobs out and breastfeed a baby for 30 minutes and pray I don't leak when I do!!!
Breathe.
After that meltdown, Matt let me sleep for a few more hours. I feel better. I understand and appreciate that he works nights - and works period. I apologized for snapping off. I'm just not sure he understands what its like for me to sit in the bathrom potty training MC while breastfeeding a baby... or change a diaper with your eyes closed even though the lights are off ... or manage to cook dinner while simultaneously feeding a 3 year old, burping a newborn, load the dishwasher, all while being yelled at by my 3 year old...and doing it in the most positive of attitudes with a smile on my face for fear of not living up to the ideal wife.
Honey, our wedding anniversary is coming up in 2 weeks. Here's a hint: give me 5 minutes!