I have an overwhelming urge to kick my husband in the head.
John was out of town last Thursday. So, I had to care for both babies all day, then try to orchestrate bedtime with a minimal amount of crying. I managed to get everything done, but it was hard. Izzy is still so little and needy. He wants to be held a lot. And its fairly hard to bath a 20 month old, while holding a 3 month old. But we survived.
Today, John announced that he will be out of town Wednesday and Thursday of this week. I was pissed. I don't fucking understand why he happily agrees to go out of town for his fucking job. Doesn't he understand that I need help?
When I got pissed, he said, "Thanks for the support." What a prick. Where the fuck is my support? AHHHH! At this point, I am so angry with him that I am almost glad he is going to be gone for two days. I don't even want to look at his ugly face.