DH works full time doing a job which he used to love. It's in the arts, it's all he's ever done since graduating, he's good at it. However, it is very badly paid, and very time consuming: late nights, weekends etc. He's working the entire Jubilee bank holiday weekend - and he won't get home 'til 10 or so tonight. I can't remember the last weekend when he didn't work at least one day - oh, and it's not that he ever gets around to taking his supposed days in lieu.
We have DS, 22 months, and I am 8 months pregnant. I also work - I want to, but even if I didn't want to I would have to because his salary doesn't pay enough to support our family (by which I mean run a car, pay the mortgage and bills, feed and clothe us - I'm not talking fancy holidays etc.) I am fortunate in that what I do can be done from home, on a freelance basis. Mostly, I love what I do, but there are assignments that I accept simply because we need the money. I pay the mortgage and council tax, approximately half of the food shopping, all my own expenses and for everything that DS needs (clothes, swimming lessons, creche fees, any further childcare that I need in order to be able to work.) DH pays for the car, other bills, the other half of the shopping, and occasionally gives me money when I run out.
I do all the housework, all the childcare etc. and work. I wanted to do this - although, in truth, I didn't actually know it would be this hard. And I feel like something has got to give. I don't think DH even enjoys his job as much as he used to - he's constantly stressed, and ever when he is at home he's endlessly on the phone to people about work, and worrying about it. It hasn't always been like this - the past six months have been particularly bad - and of course those six months have coincided with my being pregnant.
Truly, I'm sick of his job. I'm lonely, bored, exhausted - the past few evenings out I've had planned have had to be cancelled because at the last moment he hasn't been able to get home in time. Some of these are work related (I may be able to work from home, but I still need to network/ at least attend the odd industry event so that people remember I exist) and I fear that my career is suffering. I haven't been able to get a babysitter at the 11th hour, and anyway, I can't always afford it. Admittedly, the past couple of days have been particularly bad because DS has chicken pox, so we can't see anybody or even really go anywhere, except the park. In the rain. And of course this state of affairs will continue for as long as the chicken pox does. I love DS almost more than life itself, and he's an easy child and loving and giving and only has the occasional tantrum - but I miss DH! And I thought that marriage was supposed to be a partnership! And I find weekends/ bank holidays particularly hard because my friends are with their families etc., and I go to the park/ walk down the street and see husbands and wives together, and I just wish that DH were at home.
And there are other things that he could do - his skills are transferable, and he's actually qualified to do something which would earn him a whole lot more money, and which would be fewer hours, but he doesn't want to do it because he finds it boring. I obviously don't want him to do something that he hates, but there has to be a compromise, surely? We haven't been on holiday since our honeymoon, because he can't take the time off work, apparently. (Despite his having 30 days per year in his contract.) This hasn't been an easy pregnancy - I've had bad ante-natal depression (a lot of which I think has to do with my simply being incredibly lonely) and it hasn't been complication-free either - I was in hospital last weekend (the one day he wasn't working) because my placenta started bleeding (it stopped again, fortunately.) Maybe this is colouring my current point of view, but, seriously, am I being unreasonable to think that he needs to prioritise his family?
Oh - it's not like he's suddenly going to be promoted and start earning loads. He's pretty much earning as much as he can in what he does. I could accept the bad pay if the hours were better, and I could accept the hours if the pay was better (I'd be able to afford more support) but both together . . . . ?