DH and I have a four week old DD. She is beautiful and the best thing I have ever done - no mistaking.
Tonight we went for a drink with DD early and I had put my big girl pants on and decided now would be the right time for us to have sex. Got a nice outfit and had it delivered and then had a couple of wines (for the nerves) and tried it on. It went well and I felt loved and appreciated.
Then comes the night feed for DD...he wakes up in a mood (as he does every night when he's woken) and I put the bottle together incorrectly so it leaks. He tells me that I'm failing because I'm 'on the wine' and he can't trust me to look after our daughter.
Being a goady fucker I then ask if he has arranged alternative childcare for when he goes back to work - the day after tomorrow. I want to kick him out forever but instead I'm awake now and doing washing and sterilising bottles. Fml.