My husband and I try to trade off parenting duties on weekend mornings to sleep in, since neither one of us gets to sleep past 6:00 or so during the week.

I'll take one day and he'll take the other, so one of us will get up with the kids while the other will sleep until 8:00 or 8:30. It's not the "sleeping in" we did before kids came along, but it's better than nothing.

Friday night I asked my husband, "Do you want to sleep in tomorrow or Sunday?"

He said, "It doesn't matter to me."

I say, "Okay, I'll take tomorrow and you can take Sunday." He agreed, I headed to bed, and then morning came. Our son is calling, "Daddy! Daddy!" and I remember thinking to myself about how fortunate it was that he was calling for Daddy since it was my turn to sleep in.

It isn't long, though, before I wake back up because my husband is scolding my son. He's telling him something about how he better not go into the living room just to lay back down on the couch because if he wants to sleep he can stay in his bed.

I think to myself, "Okay, fair enough I guess..." but seeing as my son isn't even out of bed yet I don't really understand the pre-scolding.

Ten minutes later I hear my husband call to my son, "Breakfast!" My son, down in the playroom, replies that he's going to finish looking at his book. My husband shouts, "Get up here now!" and I hear him stomp down the stairs to collect our son.

This is the point when I got out of bed (our daughter did too because Daddy's shouting woke her up) and as I walked into the hallway my husband was carrying our son up the stairs. My son was squirming and crying, and my husband had a look on his face like he's ready to lose it.

So guess why my husband was so angry and screaming at our son? It turns out he thought Saturday was his day to sleep in.

Instead of waking me up and saying, "Hey, I thought I was sleeping in this morning" he got up and took out his anger on our son. It's not our son's fault that Mommy and Daddy had a misunderstanding, but he's the one suffering for it (Then again, he's never been great at communication, as detailed in "The Passive-Aggressive Husband: What's He Really Saying?").

And that's how my weekend started. Sigh.