I have a 23mo, twins on the way and work full time. My husband doesn't seem to understand how exhausting this combination is.
This weekend I decided that, since he wasn't getting the hint, I was going to put my foot down and send him downstairs with DS on Sat morning so I could have a sleep in. After lying there for 20 mins listening to him tell off DS and the dog for various trivial things I decided to get up and hope for a sleep in on Sunday. H decided on Saturday afternoon that DS was 'getting on his nerves' because he was acting up (typical toddler behavior, lots of 'no' and 'mine', nothing actually naughty) so went to the pub to escape for a few hours.
Sunday came and it ended up that I was up with DS at the crank of dawn, while H slept until 9am then laid watching Top Gear re-runs on TV until 10:30. Later on in the afternoon I tried to escape for a nice warm bath while DS had his nap, but he woke after about 15mins and H sent him upstairs to find me.
Monday morning, we both got up with DS and H did some house work while I entertained DS, complained that I'd not helped, then once again pissed off to the pub (to watch the football team that I support and he doesn't!!) leaving me to look after a grumpy toddler who is crying for his daddy.
I really just want an hours peace. My hormones are all over, I'm exhausted, I need a cup of tea (that's still warm when I get round to drinking it) and chance to just cry!
If only mummies could escape to the pub too!! Sorry, rant over!