Ya know what I think my main resentment is? I don't feel appreciated. I get up, go to work and leave my son for 11 hours a day, come home and end up doing laundry or cleaning the floors or whatever, while trying to spend a precious, precious couple of hours with Dec, trying to cuddle him, play with him, teach him, love him. And he gets up, puts on some underwear, goes into the sunroom, and sits there probably all day with Declan, feeds him, nurtures him, teaches him, sees his developments firsthand, while I always catch them a day or two later. And I never, ever get so much as a thank you. That's what my main resentment is.