Dammit wife! Stop yelling at me because the kids wake us both up at night. It’s not my fault. The four year old has nightmares and comes into our bed. I give him my side and I literally sleep on the floor. And your response? Getting mad at me. Then I get him back in his bed, and an hour later, the nine month old cried because she is hungry. I offer to give her a bottle, and you b**** about it. You say you have to breastfeed her. No you don’t. That’s what bottles are for! I am literally offering to let you sleep and take the night shift myself, and you only know one thing: yelling at me because the kids woke us up. F*** you.