Andrew, first off, it's not "my" son, it's "our" son.
Second, your wife works harder than most people who go to an office, sit in a chair all day, and post on the internet on message boards, among other jobs people have. She is in charge of the most important person in both your lives, takes care of your home, and cooks and cleans too.
Tell her she doesn't do any work, see what she says.
Just an observation dude.
As the mother of a brand-new, two-week-old baby, I could kiss you, Echo.
My husband is the one working at a paying job at the moment (Note the phrasing here). His job involves a lot of driving, and I don't want him doing it while sleep-deprived, so I take the bulk of the nighttime baby duty. Of course, I also get the bulk of the daytime baby duty, too, plus my house has to be whipped back into pre-pregnancy shape if I'm going to be living in it. So I spend my days with Quinn strapped to my chest in a papoose while I wash laundry, supervise my older son in washing dishes (otherwise I find dried food on them in my cupboards

), scrubbing the bathroom, sewing, shopping, running errands, etc.
Not to mention who got to push that kid out of her body in the first place.
Whose son is he, again?