The only thing I can figure as the reason is that he knows that if he's down there I have to take over getting Jack in the morning.

Apparently it was SO difficult to go in, get a hug from our toddler, and then take him downstairs for breakfast. All of which served to give me time to pump, change Quinn and get dressed while only having one kid to contend with.

Don't gwt me wrong, the last 3 days have proved that I can do it, which is good for September. But I'm just sort of... insulted I guess? I don't know if that'll the right word. Basically the fact that he would rather sleep on a couch with no real blanket, or pillow because he hates having to spend like 30 minutes with our son makes me sad. And a little angry, but honestly mostly just sad.