I do the whole day including the witching hours (5-bedtime) on my own, with 3 DC, the middle one SN. DH is at work 7-8 on a short day (that's 7 a.m. to 8 p.m.) and if home, collapses on the sofa. If he lucks out, once or twice a year, before 6, he also collapses on the sofa. What's more he's really grumpy, not even a friendly silence! It does annoy me, though to be fair I remember when I was also working 12+-hour days (pretty routine in our type of jobs,
), before DC, I too would collapse at the end of the day -- and that is WHY I am not working now, because we couldn't both go on doing that even without DC. I try to blame the employers not DH.
I have learned to let a LOT slide because it really isn't essential. Hoover daily? you must be kidding: there was a time when things were really bad and I realised to my dismay that I hadn't washed DS1's sheets for at least a year
-- but no one died. Apparently no one but me noticed. My basic standard for a successful day is still that everyone is alive at the end of it.
Of course if there are DGP around or money to outsource some of the work even just a few hours' relief will help. Sounds to me like you need to get some time to yourself in the middle of the day if possible for naps, window-shopping, stupid me stuff.
I do feel my DH could do more -- but mostly we try not to fight about it because when both sides are legitimately exhausted it's just a feel-bad fight leading to no change except anger on both sides!
As a practical matter, it helps to remember that your job will get a lot easier as DC grow up. Once they are in school all day if anything the problem is, what do I do to fill the time (esp since I am such a slacker housekeeper
). DH does do a bit more at the weekends but none of the dinner/bed stuff which is what kills me. He did, eventually, learn to recognize certain moments when no matter how tired he is, he must swoop in. Do I get a crazed look or what? I don't know, it's not something I switch on at will. Sometimes it's if I myself have been sick, sometimes it's just that there's been a really bad few weeks -- anyway, once in a rare while he arrives home to find us still in chaos that late (a giveaway already, right?), and just takes all the DC away to bed. Perhaps because he realises that if he didn't someone might end up DEAD, and it might not be me!