I'm not sure how me telling you I don't want to be the only one watching DS while we're out tonight ended up being a fight about me not supporting your heavy workload and how my life is so cruisy because I "only work 3 out of 7 days a week".
I love that I've had to get up several times a night for the past 18 months, and you haven't. I love that I'm the only one who changes DSs nappies and baths/dresses him. I love that you expect me to make/keep the house pristine for you with an energetic, inquisitive toddler in tow on the days that I don't work. I love that you do what you want, when you want, and I have to tie you down to watch DS so I can do something like have a shower or pop to the shops (NEVER anything like go to the hair dressers, go out with friends, or anything for myself).
Thanks for ruining my night. I can't even drown my sorrows because you've gone out and, once again, left our child with me.
Go f#@k yourself.