I think every SAHP can relate...it's been crazy intense with poorly kids, not left the house in nearly 48 hours...not much sleep (less than the normal shit nights due to DS coughing so hard he was sick etc etc) and very little respite in over five years. I'm. Shattered.
But am "allowed" to still bustle about doing laundry, cook supper, clean kitchen, do bedtimes, sort DS with cough and cold, out to sort baby with teeth, back to DS while DH sits on his arse on his phone as soon as he comes in from work. Says "can I help" after 2 hours when all the above is done and I'm bringing food to the table and only offers because I drop something. I do 99% of childcare.
I'm. Grumpy. Does my head need a wobble or AIBU to think that a bit of support might be nice?
Bah.