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After being suckled all night by the vampire that is my baby -- thereby getting approximately 4 hours less sleep than you -- you were annoyed that I waved away the loud noises Anton was making at 9:30 this morning.

Maybe I should have been annoyed last week, when I took the kids out of the house at 8:30am (so you wouldn't be disturbed by the loud noises Anton likes to make early in the morning) and came into find you still asleep at 2pm.

I make sure you are allowed sleep and I don't rag you about it; you let the kids make noise all around me and give me crap that I'm tired. That's as close as I can come to putting my finger on what is pissing me off at the moment. What it comes down to is that I don't feel like I get any real credit for my contributions; many of those contributions being things that allow you to have your freeedom and fun and allow you to exercise your hobbies.

I get crap for having stayed 2 whole hours at my knitting group when it's the first time I've been in a month. But it's taken for granted that I will keep the kids out of your hair onthe day of your DJ night so t hat you can practice, that I will assume your traditional nighttime rituals with the boy, and that I will again keep the kids away from you the following morning so that you can catch up on your sleep since you didn't get home until 4am. That I do this is expected. That you watch the kids for a day while I catch up on 6 months of backlogged work is a big deal.

So pardon me if I don't jump off the roof in happiness that you watch the children now and then. My hobbies and creative/mental needs are not important enough in this household to really get much more than lip-service. Your hobbies and desires are owed to you because you work full-time. No fucking wonder that I want to go to work -- maybe that way I'll get some credit: real credit -- for having done something for the family and will be allowed to occasionally have fun without spousely punishment.