Sorry - long vent ahead...it's been a tough evening. Just a warning!
Sigh. Another little spat with DH tonight.

We really don't have too many disagreements, but it certainly seems like we've been having more since Owen was born. I guess we're both more tired than usual, and it's hard to keep adapting with life constantly changing, plus we can't do everything we used to. We of course love each other and are committed to making it work, but it certainly takes a lot more effort these days and we don't seem to have as much patience with each other as we used to.
So here's the saga from today...
DH is diabetic, and when he is hungry he's like an uber cranky bear. The problem is that he also doesn't think clearly when he's hungry, and doesn't make good choices. But he's also the one who does 95% of the cooking, since he has stronger opinions about his food than I do.
This afternoon we had a napping house when Owen went to sleep. I got up with Owen at 4:30 when he woke up, but DH stayed in bed. At 6pm DH got up, and by that time he had low blood sugar and was starving. I told him that I'd be happy with just eating a bowl of the fresh blueberries we picked up at Trader Joes' today, and so he should just get a quick snack and then we'd talk about dinner, but instead he decided to make: a salad, orzo, blueberry cobbler, baked brie, "remake" the moroccan leftovers (he can't just reheat them - he has to "doctor" them up), and slices up bread to boot.

But he's not thinking clearly, so he's doing dumb stuff in the kitchen like grabbing a hot lid without a pot holder, using the strainer for the blueberries without thinking about where he's draining the water and then slipping and falling in the spilled water...all kinds of stuff like that.
So he's yelling for me to come and help him, and Owen by this point is getting tired and needs my attention, but I go to help DH anyway. Owen is screaming in his bedroom, and DH is shouting at me to "just move it!" but doesn't tell me what to move, so I moved the wrong thing and he totally flipped out. It was insane! And I'd like to say that I was mature and recognized that it was the low blood sugar that was making him yell, but I was so irritated that he didn't just get a snack that I yelled back.
By the time dinner was ready, Owen was super tired and need to just be nursed and go to bed, or at least sit out on the porch and read books for a bit to keep him distracted. And this of course made DH even more frustrated because the reason he made all this big dinner was for me so we could eat together instead of one of us eating while the other takes care of Owen and then switching (which is what we did at lunch). So I did my best to distract Owen for a couple minutes, eat quickly, then distract Owen again and grab a few more bites, but it bothered DH. So he ate quickly, then took Owen for a walk, but he wasn't happy about it.
I nursed Owen when they got back, and we put him in bed, but now he's not going to sleep, and Dh is still mad that I yelled at him, and I'm not mad about Dh yelling at me, but I am frustrated that he doesn't recognize how cranky and irrational he gets when he's hungry. So it's still tense between DH and I, and Owen is crying and having a hard time falling asleep.
Blech. Thanks for letting me vent.

I know it will get better, and we'll work it out, but it's still hard.