Unequal Partnership

Dave and I used to have it all figured out.
He cleaned the bathroom and took out the trash. I did most of the cooking and kept the kitchen clean. We sort of shared the laundry. The maids vacuumed and mopped and dusted. We went to the market together. Dave made the coffee. I drank the coffee. It worked. It was fairly effortless. We positively reveled in the fact that we could have almost as much fun and laughter during a trip to Whole Foods as we could at a baseball game.
Then Nathan was born. Things shifted. Dave cleaned the bathroom, took out the trash, did our laundry, and struggled to keep the kitchen clean. I nursed and kept the baby (and myself) clean and did most of Nate's laundry. Family or restaurants did most of the cooking. Dave did the shopping. Trying to be frugal, we fired the maids, so no one vacuumed or mopped or dusted - unless Dave got so fed up that he did that too.
At some point, I became capable of helping with the cooking, doing some of the mopping and vacuuming, and took over more of the laundry. I even tried going to the market alone. Dave got a little more time for himself.
Then I went back to work.
Nights.
And Nathan still wakes up every 2-4 hours to eat.
So now Dave cleans the bathroom, mops, vacuums, dusts, takes out the trash, cleans the kitchen, does some of the cooking, makes the coffee, does most of the laundry, does some of the shopping, mows the lawn, does all the heavy lifting, AND stays up 2-3 nights a week with our hungry monster. A hungry monster that has been a feverish, sick, screaming, inconsolable, snotty, hungry monster for the last few nights.
Why he puts up with us, I'm not exactly sure. I mean, Nate's got a killer smile, but all my best assets seem to belong to the baby at present.
Soooooooo, I just wanted it clearly on the record. I want everyone to know that I love him, I appreciate him, and I couldn't make it without him.