DH is recovering from an operation, a big one, he's not expected to be back at work, even wfh, for at least 12 weeks, can hardly walk, can't lift anything at all, certainly not driving.
I'm working FT, in a senior demanding role, doing all the shopping, cleaning, cooking, laundry etc etc as well as everything child related, chasing homework, lifts etc.
DC are teens and actually pretty good at doing their bit but they're both working so not actually at home much to do it.
I was kind and patient for about two weeks, now we're 4 weeks in and I'm exhausted and irritable, which makes him try to do more than he should and then I feel even worse.
I know it could be far far worse, this is the life of a single mum etc, except they wouldn't be running around after DH too and probably wouldn't have the big family home to maintain, (I know how awful am I?!) but I feel right on the edge.
I suspect there's an element of not having dealt with the gravity of the illness, beforehand. After the diagnosis, we just did what we needed to to get through and I kept working throughout, although work did offer time off. Maybe I shouldn't have done, but it felt important to carry on as normally as possible at the time.
Plus I have a job interview for the job of my dreams on Fri. I applied before lockdown, before we knew DH was ill and they delayed the recruitment process. Probably I should tell them I'm not in a position to take on a big new job, but I'd feel very resentful about that and these roles don't come up often.
How do I stop being so nasty about it all?