Sometimes I get frustrated at night because I feel like I have to do everything around here. I don't know why I get so much more frustrated at night than during the day, but there's something about rocking back and forth in a dark room with nothing to look at (I'm not even supposed to look at my baby, for Pete's sake!) while my husband stays in bed, warm, snuggly and ASLEEP that makes me want to inflict bodily harm on him. I tend to get quite dramatic around these times as well (ie, throwing the covers off with enough force that he has to wake up to re-cover himself, flinging the bedroom door open so it makes just enough noise to be annoying, hissing as I walk away "Don't worry, I'lllll get it!"... you get the idea).
But every once in a while I have a lightbulb moment and I realize how lucky I am to be sitting with a healthy baby in my lap in the first place. I get choked up just writing these words.
Yes, I wish my husband would take care of things without being asked or tell me "Honey, you stay in bed. I've got this one" but in the big picture, I'm pretty fortunate and sometimes need these lightbulb moments to put things into perspective.