To chip in, it didn't exactly happen the way it's been portrayed here...
...and if I get screamed at down the stairs to 'get the fucking medised' and I don't know where it is, then do I slowly tiptoe up the stairs, and whisper that I don't know where it is, or is it reasonable to just call back and ask - especially as I'm being given the impression that it's utterly urgent I get it right that second?
And as for everyone on here that's commented that I'm 'incompetent' or that I 'have to learn' something. Well, what do I do when I've got a little one that's just screaming and screaming? Yes, he was wet through, but I thought I'd try to give him a cuddle and calm him down.
But no, he's not settling for me at all at the moment. Nursing settles him. It's the only thing. Otherwise I've got to just let him cry it out, which is upsetting for everyone.
As for the washing up thing - how bloody long ago was that now? I am going out to work every bloody weekday and I don't really get a choice in what I do throughout that day. I'm doing it to keep a roof over our heads and to try to build something for the future.
Yes, motherhood is a full time job too, but today I missed out on seeing our son playing in the soft-gym thing and having a great time - and I feel I've missed out on so much. I'm not there to help out, because I'm at bloody work, yet I feel like I'm getting blamed for not being there, as I'm at bloody work.
And it's not like I can choose to go and do my work in the park, or with a group of other people to chat to or pass the time with, and I can't call up my mother or a friend to say 'hey, can you come and take over my job for a few hours please?', like you can with looking after a kid.
Maybe I'm not the perfect dad and the perfect husband, but I also feel I'm being criticised and ganged up on by you lot because I work hard and get mentally and physically worn out and UD and what feels like the whole of Mumsnet don't really see it as fair that I really can't face doing the washing up after an eleven hour day either working or driving to and from work.
I'm almost always exhausted and can't get Zack to sleep at the moment. And I'm getting crap for this and don't have a support network like Mumsnet behind me that I can get advice and help from.
So, you know, I do get kind of pissed off and upset at the implications I'm doing fuck all, when I've had to push my career beyond what I'm comfortable with in order to earn enough to support three people, and I don't get any chance whatsoever to be the person I want to be anymore.
End of ever-so-very tired and emotional rant.
I'm quite nice really. Sometimes. Or I was, at least.
I do love the daft muppet, you know...