At least you didn’t share your birthday with a sibling. My brother and I were born 3 years apart, and always had one birthday party for both of us. Try designing games for a group of 5 year olds and a group of 8 year olds. Or 10s and 13s. Or a cake for a 5yo who loves clowns and an 8yo who’s deathly afraid of them.
I don’t know how the hell FedEx can manage to have my shipment in the same city with me for seven days (note: it was supposed to be delivered seven days ago) and have ZERO delivery attempts made (the one claimed on the website, supposedly on Sunday, did NOT happen), but nice job they’ve done of convincing me they’re staffed by lazy, dishonest incompetents. Bonus points for impenetrable phone menus and zero web help options. Had to resort to their Facebook page, awaiting ignore-bot (I’m highly skeptical of any actual response).
My mom was born 3 days after Christmas, and my brother was born New Year’s Eve.
Dad and I always felt a bit stretched during the season, but, doggone it, they weren’t going to be skimped on.
Excellent point, and added to the fact that I’m old so must be senile, why would anyone ever listen to me about anything!
I took our quad and rode out to find the scuff marks. If I’m right, he was able to see the interstate from where he got stuck, which must have been pretty frustrating.
I have a December birthday. Mom always made sure I got gifts for my birthday and Christmas, but all the relatives always sent me one combined gift and it was always wrapped in Christmas paper.
I was finally able to get through to the Wound Clinic. The earliest opening they have is in January. 
My mom has a late November birthday; she had loads of relatives who did the whole “happy birthday and Merry Christmas!” crap.
And people wonder why we don’t have much contact with that side of the family…
My dad’s birthday was also in late November and his family would say it was too close to Christmas to have a birthday party. Then they’d turn around and give his brother (who was born two days before the US Independence Day) a big party. Dad always did like my mom’s family better.
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That’s so not fair.
Is pumping & having your husband prep/give bottles an option at all? You need sleep, too, dammit!
I don’t see that first-world problems thread close to hand, so I’ll just stick it here:
When I got to work this morning, I found tiny pen scribbles on my notebook and the cover sheet of my to-do clipboard. I’ve had that cover sheet probably more than a year and it was pristine. It’s like someone was sitting here and needed to test my pens. On my stuff! I’m feeling very Sheldon Cooper about this whole thing. 
Hey, if someone jacks with my office supplies or my notes, I get mad, too. Back in the long, long ago when we all went into the office, my office supply peculiarities were kind of a running joke. Now that I’m at home all the time, my husband and I butt heads instead (“Overly, we have pens. And millions of pencils from the kids! Why do you need special pens?” “Because I do, dammit - it makes a difference!”). Woe betide the person who jacks with the pens and planner for I shall smite them, or at least get kinda annoyed.
While this is a great solution and I should totally do this, this solution also requires me to put on my big girl panties and tell my husband that I need help, dammit, and that is unlikely to happen. I hate being confrontational and it is just so much easier to pretend everything is fine until I pass out from exhaustion or just go crazy from the lack of sleep. What I am saying is I’m too stupid to do what I need to do.
Back in the April or May, I had a wound on my heel that wouldn’t heal. I stopped wearing shoes, wearing slides instead, and the wound healed. But, I got used to wearing slides. I haven’t worn socks since.
Now it is fall and I’m going to have to wear shoes, but I don’t really have any now ( I threw out the ones I wore last year). Dammit.
But if you’re exhausted or going crazy, shouldn’t your husband know this without being told? Tell him.
Hopefully he’ll take one look at how exhausted you are and hop when he sees he can help. I would.
I think most husbands are anxious and worried about their wives and don’t know how they can help with a new baby. We can sometimes be clueless about this. I know with both of my wives (I was married two separate times and had daughters with both, I wasn’t married to both at the same time) I am sure I didn’t do everything they needed but I was always willing to do what they asked. Hopefully your husband will do the same.
And yes that meant losing sleep like my wife. That only seemed fair. She shouldn’t have to bear all the burden.
When my daughter was newborn I’d hear her crying at night, get up, and assume she was wet. I’d change her diaper and get her back to sleep. Eventually I learned the difference between a wet and dry diaper, but during the first month or so I threw away dozens/hundreds of bone-dry diapers.
Just a note - Mother’s don’t have magical powers that let them know what their baby needs. They also do this and eventually learn the different cries. I don’t want to further disparage my husband because he’s just clueless, not malicious, but he sometimes assumes that I know everything about what the baby wants when, really, its trial and error for me too.
I agree. Just talk to him, he’ll jump in. He needs to learn about the different cries and how to deal with babies in the night anyway, as per @kayaker
I’m the father of twins. One wouldn’t nurse, so I got up and bottle fed her, and my wife breast fed the other. We learned to distinguish between them by cries alone. Of course, that meant that we both were wiped out all the time…
I don’t know him and can’t speak for him but if he’s anything like I was with my first kid, I was intimidated because here is this tiny fragile thing that relies on me to live and become a person and I have no damn idea what the hell I’m doing. And maybe it helps to assume you know what you’re doing because he doesn’t. It sure isn’t fair to you but it’s natural and understandable.
I’m not sure if you’ve let him know that you are just as clueless as he is, but if not I’d encourage it. On the one hand it’s discouraging because his false sense of security that you have it handled is destroyed, but at the same time at least he will know you’re both on the same page and he doesn’t have to feel inferior to you in that way either. You can both figure it out.
I’m of course assuming that he’s willing to be an equal partner. Not everyone is like that. In my case I was always the primary diaper changer because I have a strong stomach, and whatever else I could do I did. It’s not because I’m a great person but I just had that instinct and not all guys do (or women for that matter). Even if he’s not jumping to help, ask him and give him a chance. I think it will help to let him know that you’re not magical supermom who has it all handled.
For the record, this is our second child. However, our first is 7 so it has been a minute. I know a lot of my feelings will pass when I am better rested. I know this won’t last forever as babies do eventually learn how to put themselves to sleep. I know my husband wants to help me and is not maliciously ignoring his duties. He’s a good man. While I know all these things logically, emotionally, I am fucking tired and having a hard time keeping things logical.
Thanks for the reminder though. I need it.
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But this still puts the burden of decision-making and just noticing what needs to be done squarely on Mom, and excuses Dad from having to perform any managerial input in his own home.
For example, if he’s walking past a sinkful of dirty dishes multiple times a day, that makes Mom do the managerial task of assigning him to do the damn dishes.
Far more helpful would be if he just … yanno … washed the dishes without having to be told, “Look! See all those dishes? They ain’t gonna wash themselves.”