I'm utterly exhausted, kids, schools, no sleep, velcro baby, mental load of literally everything, house a trash, never get a moment's of peace unless going to the loo counts, cooking, cleaning, outside jobs, homework, play dates, arranging activities for the kids, jobs for the ILs. Absolutely Fucking Everything is my responsibility. I don't get a second away from a child. I'm always on.
I must admit I am particularly exhausted and fed up today and fucked off that noone gives a fucking shit about me. DH was just lying in bed when I told him that I'm not looking after baby today. He left her crying for nearly half an hour whilst he casually had a shower and got ready. Meanwhile I picked up loads of shit off the floor and made the house slightly less trashy. It hardly is any time at all but I don't even get that tondo jobs never mind a bit of time for myself.
DH spends most of his time on the computer and if I leave him to look after baby hes still on the computer or tells the other kids to look after her. If I bring up the topic up of him helping out he gets angry and says he does help but I need to understand he works f/ t and has a long commute/ I'd exhausted etc so he can't do anything. He has ZERO responsibility. His "help" is helping me and even then I can't rely on him as sometimes he's fallen asleep on the sofa after work and I end up washing up/ putting kids to bed or whatever. It's really really getting me down.
It's not just helping with kids. It's everything. I'm just not sure I've made the right decision of being with him. I just want to be on my own. I hate this existence. The sad thing is is if we divorced, I wouldn't even expect him to help out with the kids then either. It's utterly shit.
I don't know if I'm thinking like this because I'm overwhelmed or because it's really highlighted (again) how crap he is with pulling his weight.