The following play recounts an actual conversation my husband and I had when our son was three weeks old.
It’s evening. Father enters scene. He’s tired from his workday, but in good humor. Sets down briefcase. Joins mother of his child on the sofa.
Father: Putting feet on ottoman: “Ahhhhhh.”  Looks at Mother. She’s unshowered, in her fat jeans, and nursing their baby. Self conscious, he tries to lighten the mood. “Busy day at work. Thank you in advance for my two-hour massage.”
Mother: Looking up from the baby, her eyes heavy-lidded and her whole face a scowl, “That’s just what I need right now. To service someone else’s needs.”
Father: Not listening, “Your fly is open.”
OMG that’s funny… mostly because it could be any new mom! And YES I’ve said those words before many times, too…”That’s just what I need right now. To service someone else’s needs.” LOL.
Thanks!
I had my husband read this… he didn’t get it. :-\
Thanks, Kim. Newborn-mom-humor isn’t for everyone, I know. Like most things in those early weeks, having this conversation was like an out-of-body experience. On one level, I was mad and OVER IT, and on another level, I could recognize we’d become ridiculous avatars of ourselves due to the exhaustion and stress we were experiencing.