"What's going on with you kid? Kristin, he wants to eat." Ummm...no he doesn't. Hence the vomit? I've learned that he, and most men, have about a 46 second threshold for fussy baby. He can hold him all day long when he's napping, but the second a tiny whine is uttered -- IT'S MOMMY'S TURN!
Our "at home" situation is much different with #2 than it was with #1. My husband has been home with us for the past six weeks as his somewhat seasonal job goes through a shut-down period in the heavy winter months. Lucky him!!! Or is that lucky us?!?
Men aren't wired like women are when it comes to kids. Patience is almost non-existent and when the wick is burned at both ends, there's definitely an impending explosion. Hey, I get it! Do you think I enjoy every single moment of motherhood -- nope. In fact, there are many moments I want to bang my head on a cement wall repeating "what the fuck did I do this for". That's what I think men fail to realize. Do they think that it's just ingrained in us to be patient, nurturing, selfless, and all around perfect that we can do so much more than they can? Or maybe they just act like we're better at those things so they don't have to do them?????? Ding ding ding, we have a winner, folks!
I love my husband. I love him dearly. But his time at home needs to come to an end, for all of our sanity. I do feel slightly bad for him -- as if some of this daddy-duty may be chopping away at his masculinity. Then again, that feeling quickly passes when I again realize that I haven't left the house in 4 days, put make-up on in 10 and am still wearing my maternity jeans.
Buck up, buddy!