My one year old son, my wife, and I are all sick with a little cold right now. I am also just coming back from 10 days business travel overseas so I'm jet-lagged as well.

Last night our son was up a few times with a sore throat (we all seem to have the same bug). I asked my wife to give him Motrin but she insisted on some natural remedy that seemed to help earlier (of course she took Motrin for her own pain).

This morning I woke up as usual at 5AM to hit the gym. Kid wakes up, fussing- not a good start. I get ready, eat a banana, take some PWO, and head out the door.

I'm at the gym in the squat rack with my squat shoes on about to do my first warm up set and feel my phone buzzing.

W: How long are u going to be at the gym for? W: [Son] is awake and crying. I'm dying.

She knows my schedule- it's on our family iCloud calendar. 5-730 M-Th. I know things are tough and I am trying to be understanding:

Me: Let me finish my squats and I'll come home. I can come back to the gym later tonight. Me: In the meantime can you give him some Motrin to see if that helps?

2 min pass:

W: COME HOME NOW

Oh hell no.

Me: ???? Is everything OK??? Do we need to take him to the hospital???

W: NO! I need your help dammit! I'm fucking sick and I'm exhausted and I've been up all night. I'm sobbing. He's sobbing. You can never miss the gym for anything! W: I'm at my wits end! I can't take this anymore. Fuck.

I stopped replying after that, banged out 285 for 10 back squats (rep PR) and left within ten minutes to come home and help my son (not my wife).

It was a shit show at home, I calmed my son down and held him in bed while he slept for an hour, put him down in his crib, got ready and left for work without a word.

Texting for logistics, STFU. Got it. I was concerned for my son and now I want to put my wife back in line- that way of talking to me is totally unacceptable.

Thoughts? Where did I fuck this up, because I know she reflects me.

EDIT: She apologized to me; shit test over for now.