Men suck!

Every single day this week, I've either asked, yelled, or bitched at Steve to get up in the morning with Owen so that I could sleep in. He's been off work all this week, and I've been sick, so sleeping in would've been really nice. But no, he has decided that his sleep is more important every single day. His excuse? "I don't do well with Owen waking up every few hours; I need uninterrupted sleep." We all need uninterrupted sleep jackass, but some of us have to deal with not getting it. Too bad, so sad. I'm soooooooo pissed! I mean, I really lit into him yesterday, and even though I was mad at him, I got him lunch when Owen and I went for a walk, and I stayed up until 1am playing Rock Band with him because he wanted me to play. No more favors for him!