My hubby works second shift, getting home around 1 or 2 in the morning. This leaves all the dinner/bathtime/bedtime/general evening crankiness duties to me. It also means I get all the nighttime trauma (and I mean trauma-my 2 yo has been awake from 2:30 to 5:30 every morning for 6 months) and all the early mornings-even after a night filled with wakefulness and crying, the little bastard, uh, sweet little angel, gets up at 6:30. The worst was last Saturday morning, when hubby, rolling out of bed at 8:30, said to me, "I'm so glad Jack slept through the night last night." I glared at him and mentioned that no, I had indeed been up for the requisite three hours in the middle of the night, he just hadn't noticed. He never helps, but he usually hears the crying, rolls over, and starts snoring again. Even on his days off he doesn't help at all. I've had a rocking cold for a week, and I still haven't gotten any help. My hubby's more old school-the mom does all the work with the child and the house, and the dad brings in the money. That's changing, though, after an earfull from me the other day.