Thanks to everyone who offered support after my anxiety attack on Friday morning, and my H's inappropriate reaction, to say the least. A talk led us to the conclusion that he thinks I'm simply not organized enough and that I should be able to manage the baby, the housework and all the rest, and me to the conclusion that my H is a douche bag.
I've realized that I'm not supposed to be able to do everything by myself and not feel overwhelmed. It was completely normal for me to reach a breaking point after busting my for nine months and barely sleeping. I'm not super woman, and I've decided I'm done taking care of H and our couple, until he steps it up as a partner.
So today, I did the dishes and the laundry while LO took her first nap, instead of doing the deed. When her second nap came around, the apartment was sufficiently clean for me to also nap. I fed LO her lunch, and had cereal myself. DH waited around till he finally realized I wasn't cooking him a meal, and made himself a can of soup. It was glorious. We had hot dogs on the BBQ for supper (not LO, don't worry), so no fuss there either. And after I put LO to bed tonight, I went for a run and let H entertain himself.
The best part of my day? When my friend invited me to try Bikram tomorrow, I said "sure" instead of my usual "I can't, the class is during LO's waking hours", and told H he was baby-sitting because I had plans!
I'm feeling way too good for someone who just realized she had a dead-weight partner, but I think it's just such a relief to feel as though I'm not the one that's failing.
Finally, here's a pic of LO at the park Friday afternoon. Not her best pic, but I'm just happy that the afternoon was all smiles and giggles for both of us.
Thanks again everyone for all your support!