He made one crack too many about me having an easy ride, working 3 days a week & spending 2 days home with DS, and I lost it. I heard him say to DS "Oh, poor Mummy has such a hard life, mucking about with you in parks all day, and lucky Daddy has to go to work".
I was up 3 times in the night with DS - he hasn't yet learned that it isn't morning just because you've woken up. It is always me who gets up in the night, whether I'm "working" or "not". 3 times is not that unusual at the moment. DH also got me up twice, duvet hoarding and putting his pillow over my head (accidentally).
I admit I get nap time off, if DS naps, but the rest of the time I am fucking far from idle. I turned on DH and made a nasty comment along the lines of "Don't judge me by your standards: I do a sight more than just dumping him in front of a DVD first chance I get (harsh but accurate)". I think I also said things along the lines of "This is it! I'm not going to stand for this any more!"
Anyway, DH said something like "if you want a separation you can have one", so I called his bluff and put a change of clothes in his briefcase. And now I don't know if he's coming home tonight.
Shit shit shit. Why am I so fucking stupid?
Poor DS.