OK, first things first:
I LOVE being with my kids. I love that I am able to spend each and every day with them. I love the way we are a little unit, that I know them (and them me) so damn well. I love our days out, our pyjama days, our garden days. I love that I don't have to worry about getting to work, and childcare, and sickness and office politics.
BUT.....
I flipping hate being a SAHM. I hate that I have to account for every flipping penny I spend, that I'm 'told' that I've been swanning about at the zoo, when HE has had a 'hard' day in the office. THat HE needs a good nights sleep, whereas I have 'nothing' to do tomorrow so can get up with the kids. That HE needs to have 'his' time at weekends (so I go out with the kids on my own... which I suck up as I'd rather have a nice day out with the kids than a sulky one spent with DH)
I hate the fact that he feels he can organise his time (weeks and weekends) without ever considering childcare whereas I can count on one hand the nights I've left my 2 toddlers. See - just then... I referred to them as MINE.
I said last night that he simply could not do what I do, which just lead to an impasse (the old: Well, you couldn't do what I do cliche... except... I readily admit that I couldn't do what he does. I don't expect him to do any housework or childcare in an average week. He has no 'jobs' (I even have to do the bins and recycling) at home. Yet, he makes me feel like I'm just taking the piss and do nothing but drink tea all day.
GRRRR...