On three separate occasions recently I have been told I'm lucky.
- I was out for a night out with some mum friends and I looked at my phone to see the time. Much teasing and laughter that I was "checking to see if dh needed me to go home". I laughed too, and said that short of the house burning down or a trip to A&E, there was no way dh would ask me to come home from my night out. Now, everyone knows that my children are terrible sleepers, and my 16 month old generally needs to feed to sleep if he wakes, so apparently I am 'lucky' that my dh is prepared to 'babysit' without ever calling me to come home. Would people tell dh he was lucky because he definitely wouldn't get a phonecall on the golf course asking him to come home and help with the children? I don't think so. Is it really so outside the norm for a man to be capable of looking after his children that I am lucky? That would be sad if it were true.
- I get to go to the beautician once in a while. Apparently going for the odd pedecure while dh has the children is the ultimate luxury and I am 'lucky' that dh agrees to this .
- Dh often gets up with the children in the morning. He works and I am a sahm, therefore apparently it is my duty to always be the first up in the morning, and I am 'lucky' that my dh is prepared to get up.
Just to make myself clear, I do feel lucky that I have a nice dh and a nice family and a nice life. But I object to being told I am 'lucky' every time my husband does anything. Of course he does loads of things around the house and with the children. We have two pre-school children ffs! There is a lot to do. I feel sad that the prevailing view seems to be that because he earns the money, everything else should fall to me.
That leaves no room for dh actually enjoying being hands on with his children.
That leaves no room for me to ever have any time to myself.
That leaves no recognition that what I do is hard work too.
AIBU? Am I lucky?