I have been stable for at least 2 months now, probably 3, whoo hoo! However last night when my husband came home he basically went straight to the couch, turned on espn and ignored me and our 9 month old daughter. He worked all day and he was tired, but I figured he would want to spend time with her. I even gave her an extra nap so she could stay up a little later so they could see each other. I cooked dinner and we all ate and he gave her a bath (which he normally does on the nights he is home). I asked him during dinner what was wrong and he told me nothing.
So then my daughter wakes up about an hour after she went to bed, screaming bloody murder. I went upstairs to see what was wrong and he didn't even bother to come see what was up. Normally, when I am alone with her all day (which is everyday), he kind of takes over the night shift. He just seemed like he could care less. I brought her downstairs and tried to lay her on the couch and she still was crying. I think she was in pain from teething so I asked him to get up and get her some ibuprofen and he gets up and brings it back in the wrong medicine dropper after asking me where it was and how much to give her. I said, "I don't know! Read the bottle!" How hard is that? It's like he can't do anything by himself sometimes. He had waaay too much in there and I snapped at him for that too. But seriously, he takes her safety very lightly. He always puts her in her carseat WRONG and no matter how many times I tell him how to do it the right way, he still does it the wrong way. It pisses me off and I usually just fix it and tell him that it was wrong. I am tired of doing everything by myself! I know he works hard pretty much all day, everyday, but I think he takes for granted the feeling of being your own self. All day I am attached to this little being, and as much as I love her, sometimes I just want to be my own person. I neglect my own needs all day and when he comes home he should help take care of her. She needs her daddy too. She adores him. He is a great father but sometimes he is such a goober.

Long story short, am I being irritable for behaving this way? I am always second guessing whether my feeling are rational, or is my illness seeping back in? Anyone else ever question their own feelings and whether they are normal? Sometimes I am paranoid that he is mad at me when he doesn't say much to me. I always ask him what's wrong, and after asking so many times, he really does get annoyed with me. HELP!