Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:As a working mom of three with a stay at home dad, I sympathize with dh. What were your two other children going to eat for dinner? And you? You really did't think about this? Just pop a frozen lasagna in the oven and stop complaining. You had a baby not chemotherapy.

Lol. Where is she supposed to get the frozen lasagna? You must be joking. Are the husband's arms and legs broken that HE can't get dinner ready?

Well he can. But that means there are two hungry fussy kids who now have to wait an hour to eat while dad gets dinner ready and on the table. I would throw something in the oven for dinner before I would do the laundry. I don't really see the point in making the older two kids go hungry and wait to eat just so I can show DH how incredibly busy I am.

+1 as the one at home, I would expect her to think about dinner even if that means calling in take out and having DH pick it up on the way home.

What an epic asshole. Epic. Do you make/have enough $$ to just leave. What a lack of human decency/compassion.

Tell your husband to go f*** himself! And all the posters who suggested op would have this "down by now" being her 3rd kid and all should go fuc& themselves as well.

Maybe op's 3rd is different and more high maintenance, maybe she had a more difficult delivery and is having a harder time recovering… maybe she is just tired because her DH spent his paternity leave sleeping in another room and resting, while op did all the work.


In any event, if OP should have this "down by now", so should HER HUSBAND! She didn't make these kids alone and one would think a husband would know what to expect by the 3 baby and show up home with some take out or at least called: "honey, want me to bring food?"

Or, he can just get home and go to the kitchen and prepare the kids a pb&jelly sandwich with some carrots and milk on the side. It won't kill the kids to eat like that for a few weeks.

Good luck op - and I would have a talk to my DH later tonight about your expectations and tell him to up his game in the following weeks. Tell him to call you everything when leaving work to ask if you need something, if you need him to stop somewhere on the way home.

He's tired too. Try to be kind to each other.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:If you haven't figured this out by the third baby, why do you keep having them? Put the infant down, shower and fix dinner. I had three and with each was up and taking care of things by the end of the first week. Stitches, tear and all---stop being so freaking helpless.

You're amazing. Would you like a medal or biscuit?

She wants nothing at all; her martyrdom is far more delicious.

Anonymous wrote:I'm sorry, OP!
I remember my first day of maternity leave. My husband took the time at work to go to the bookstore, buy The Happiest Baby on the Block, and when he walked in the door, threw the book at me and barked, 'read this.'
Evidently, he was not happy returning to work after our baby messed with his sleep.

You are hormonal, tired, and worn out. Your husband is probably two of three, but can't do anything about it, and uses dinner as the way he can lash out.
Encourage him to help out with dinner (I ordered out A LOT in my early maternity leave days) and tell him weekends are his time to help out even more.
I find most new fathers are capable of a lot more than they think they are.
Good luck, OP.

So are new moms.

Anonymous wrote:If you haven't figured this out by the third baby, why do you keep having them? Put the infant down, shower and fix dinner. I had three and with each was up and taking care of things by the end of the first week. Stitches, tear and all---stop being so freaking helpless.

You're amazing. Would you like a medal or biscuit?

I'm sorry, OP!
I remember my first day of maternity leave. My husband took the time at work to go to the bookstore, buy The Happiest Baby on the Block, and when he walked in the door, threw the book at me and barked, 'read this.'
Evidently, he was not happy returning to work after our baby messed with his sleep.

You are hormonal, tired, and worn out. Your husband is probably two of three, but can't do anything about it, and uses dinner as the way he can lash out.
Encourage him to help out with dinner (I ordered out A LOT in my early maternity leave days) and tell him weekends are his time to help out even more.
I find most new fathers are capable of a lot more than they think they are.
Good luck, OP.

I learned to call him and ask to bring dinner from Boston Market.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:As a working mom of three with a stay at home dad, I sympathize with dh. What were your two other children going to eat for dinner? And you? You really did't think about this? Just pop a frozen lasagna in the oven and stop complaining. You had a baby not chemotherapy.

Lol. Where is she supposed to get the frozen lasagna? You must be joking. Are the husband's arms and legs broken that HE can't get dinner ready?

Well he can. But that means there are two hungry fussy kids who now have to wait an hour to eat while dad gets dinner ready and on the table. I would throw something in the oven for dinner before I would do the laundry. I don't really see the point in making the older two kids go hungry and wait to eat just so I can show DH how incredibly busy I am.

You should probably stop popping out babies now.

If you haven't figured this out by the third baby, why do you keep having them? Put the infant down, shower and fix dinner. I had three and with each was up and taking care of things by the end of the first week. Stitches, tear and all---stop being so freaking helpless.

No, you aren't overreacting but you married and procreated with a total douchebag. I'm sorry, OP.

Anonymous wrote:As a working mom of three with a stay at home dad, I sympathize with dh. What were your two other children going to eat for dinner? And you? You really did't think about this? Just pop a frozen lasagna in the oven and stop complaining. You had a baby not chemotherapy.

Lol. Where is she supposed to get the frozen lasagna? You must be joking. Are the husband's arms and legs broken that HE can't get dinner ready?

You're already doing too much. Something similar happened to me as well. I cooked my first real meal after having my kid, got it on the table hot, and my DH responded, "you couldn't get me a drink?"