Last night the man didn't come home...Lucky us...Its nice to be able to go out after work and drink your face off..Because you are ENTITLED to that sort of bull shit...Because you work for money and are THE FUCKING MAN. Especially since you know that your wife is home with your kids taking care of them, giving them a bath, changing their shitty/pissy diapers, putting them to bed, holding them/comforting them when they are bawling their fucking eyes out. Feeding them...That's breastfeeding people...We have a 3 month old here and a 29 month old, who mainly just wants booby milk, because the baby does, so she should too....This means I cant get shit faced...No more than two..What's the fucking point? This means that they are literally and figuratively sucking the fucking life right outta me...Its draining...It may seem like I don't do a whole lot..That I spend a lot of time with this chair tied to my ass in front of this idiot box...But a lot of that time I have one or more kids on me and those boobs....Where do I get to go by myself? The bathroom? If I sneak off...Better shit quickly, before the p.m. figures out I'm gone and comes in search. I cant wait to be able to shit alone on a regular basis...My needs and wants are simple...I want/need to be alone. But I rarely get to...hmmmm where else do I get to be alone...Grocery shopping...And that's about it...gee, buying food for the man, is the one thing I get to do alone...and rarely at that since 9 times out of ten the girls are with me....fuck this...I quit. He can do the shopping, bill paying, phone calling, food making, laundry and EVERYTHING ELSE. I'm just the "help."