Yawn It's one of those
Dh works away. 80 hours a week for 2 weeks. Then has 2 weeks at home.
I'm at home, very part time craft business - sold through local shops.
Dd 5 is at school. Crap sleeper. Talking new born sleep patterns, up anything from once to 10 times a night.
Live next door to in-laws.
Everything falls to me. Literally down to removing plates from the table after they have eaten.
I've asked/pleaded/nagged for teaspoons etc not to be left on the counter to be met with 'It's my house'. Then when he sees my face, always counters with 'that was a joke'.
House is a renovation project. DH spends his time helping his Dad with jobs his Dad has. Then he tells me where I've missed bits/done terrible painting.
Sex only exists if I initiate it.
I can never say I'm tired. It's always met with 'Well I've just done two 80 hour weeks'.
Just once I'd like to have someone else answer dd first thing. Failing that, being heard is enough