It is bloody hard. I am a partner in a professional services firm in the city, my husband is a doctor. I have been the breadwinner for 20 years.
I took 6 months off with each of my DC and relied on nursery and then a nanny. DH works less than full time "for child care reasons" but actually the majority of child related matters still fall on me. Lockdown has been a nightmare and I am on the verge of losing it trying to WFH full time, parent/entertain/home school 2 children and keep the household running.
We got back from holiday on Saturday and are now quarantining. I am back WFH and DH has taken additional leave/swapped shifts etc. So you would hope that he would get up and help with the DC to give me some respite from the slog I have endured since March, right?
Nope, he doesn't get up until lunchtime and then has been spending most of the day in his mancave on the laptop "doing stuff". Meanwhile I am tearing out my hair and bellowing at my DC who are fighting and won't STFU whilst I am on work calls.
We had a big falling out last night as I am sick of having to do pretty much everything - I don't get to lounge around doing what I want. He told me I don't do as much as I think I do and whatever I do do I don't do properly.
I didn't even bother arguing with him as I was so upset. I just went to bed whilst he skulked downstairs. I couldn't sleep most of the night and veered between thoughts of jumping in the car and driving off to a hotel/telling him I want a divorce and then at least I will get some of a rest with 50:50 custody/driving my car off of cliff and leaving them all to it. I feel so unsupported and unappreciated.
Even in non-COVID times I do the bulk of dealing with the DC and school/club stuff, dealing with our nanny, shopping, cooking, remortgaging, the laundry, house and car insurance, boiler service, sorting out the garden, Christmas and birthdays, etc etc. And I am not being a martyr - a lot of these things just won't get done.
He's "put the DC to bed" now and gone to bed himself. I am still working. Except I'm not because - apart from mumsnetting - the DC are up and down the stairs like yo-yos and he is leaving me to deal with them.
I have had enough.