I don't know how single moms do it

On Friday David stayed until 10pm at work. Mind you it was optional and I was a bit miffed he didn't even bother to ask me. Not that I would have said no but it would have been nice if my opinion mattered. Anyway it was the first time I had to take care of the baby by myself for a whole day. Around 7.30pm I put him down for the night and around 7:45pm I started making dinner for myself. Usually he would be good for at least 3 hours but of course at 8pm he woke up while I was in the middle of cooking. I turned off the two burners and went to console him. Once he was picked up he stopped crying but then I couldn't put him down without tons of tears. I tried the swing, the armchair, the playmat, the carpet, and nothing but my arms would satisfy. He would sense if I was sitting down so I had to stand and rock. After half an hour I was starving and my arms were dying. I was SO hungry. It was impossible to cook and hold him since he is 20lbs. I decided to put him down and suffer through the crying. I started the burners again under the cold half cooked meal and sure enough he started wailing. I started resenting my dear husband for forcing me to make a choice between neglecting my child or starving myself. I couldn't take the crying so I held him and started feeling sorry for myself. People who know me know how little I swear but I let out a loud, long F*** which alarmed the baby. I held him tightly and cried myself. It sucked. Immediately I told myself to snap out of it. My life is so freaking easy compared to the rest of the world. Eventually he fell asleep. I promised him I will never swear like that again.