My beautiful boy was only born 9 days ago and already I want to throttle my partner.
I'm doing all the night feeds, all the organising, most of the cleaning (I have ocd so can't be helped), all the nice things like changing the bedding so we sleep in a clean bed, organising food shops, putting things back where they belong, putting fresh towels out, everything for our baby, sorting bills, paperwork, diy at home, the list goes on and the lazy sod is barely lifting a finger, sleeps through the night and doesn't even think to offer to do the breakfast feed at 7am so I can get a few hours straight through without being disturbed then has the cheek to yawn and say how tired he is when he's had 9 hours uninterrupted sleep!!
Overall he's amazing, and he has a heart of gold but he's so blissfully unaware of how tired, emotional, drained I'm getting (not that I'd change it, my boy is the best thing to ever happen to me) but a little bit of common sense wouldn't go amiss so I can maybe have a nap in the day, or just lay down for 5 minutes. I feel like I have a teenager in the house that I'm having to boss around to get him to do anything! And I definitely have to ask him at least 3 or 4 times to do that! AND whenever he does have our son, he's always on his mobile as if his newborn isn't interesting enough! Then our baby gets unsettled and I have to take him off him cos all he wants is me! It's now getting to the point where I'm doubting his abilities as he's not really done much with our son, and now feel like I'd sleep with one eye open even if he did do the night feeds!
I think maybe because I've always just cracked on, he doesn't realise the amount of work I put into the house and our family but I'm worried he's going to miss out on a bond with our boy for his own ignorance and part laziness! Only here to rant so don't need sympathy or anything, just wanted to vent before I explode 
Ps I did speak to him about it yesterday and it seemed to have fell on deaf ears (although I did see him ordering me a beautiful gift as a push pressie) and this morning I'm downstairs feeding, cleaning up, sorting today's clothes, bottles, plans whilst he's having a 10 hour dump! Men eh?!