So, bit of backstory; when our daughter (2.5) was born, I was a stay at home mum for various reasons. My partner was a teacher on decent money. End of last school year he had some time off for mental health reasons and was having panic attacks at work. He went back in September and had an entire month off sick, got some new meds, and decided to go back as an LSA after October half term. He dropped from £35,000 a year to £13,000. We now get 2-year funding as a low income family so our daughter goes to nursery 15 hours a week. I decided to start a business as I was struggling to find a job to work around nursery hours, and I like to make things. I own a cricut and a sublimation set up and decided to open an Etsy store. It’s been going well, I’ve made a fair amount of sales via Etsy, but all money goes back into the business, it’s only been 3.5 months since starting so I haven’t taken any money out of the business yet, it all gets re-invested. I had a stall on Sunday and took £800 in sales in 6 hours, so this is definitely a viable business, it just needs some time to take off. Anyway, back to parenting duties.
Let’s start with Sunday. I got up, and got the last few bits packed up for my stall (we set most of it up on Saturday), I made our daughter breakfast, and made lunch and drinks for me and my sister to take with us. My partner got up before we left and said they’d stop by later to see us. I was busy all day, stood up because from the seat I couldn’t see over all my stock on the table. I had so many people come and buy stuff and barely had enough of a break to even go to the toilet! I got home and he’d already done dinner for him and our daughter so I had to make myself something. In my exhausted state I accidentally ate something with milk in and triggered a reaction that lasted until Tuesday. Daughter had multiple potty training accidents throughout the day with Daddy, and pooped in 3 pairs of pants. We took turns at bedtime like we usually do, until daughter was asleep and then I unpacked boxes of stock and tidied the craft room a little bit.
Monday partner went to work, and I took daughter shopping, then we stopped in to my great auntie & uncle’s house, got home and made us both some lunch, played for a while, did some baking, partner got home and played with daughter in the garden while I made lasagne for dinner. Daughter had no accidents all day on my watch, I made sure she went to the toilet before we left, while in the supermarket, and before we left auntie/uncle’s house. Partner gave daughter a bath because I’d done the last 3. She fell asleep on me on the sofa and I carried her up to bed and then started doing some work, I had 27 orders to do.
Daughter woke up just after 5am, and I got up and got her back to sleep, got back to bed at around 6:30am and partner’s alarm started going off at 7am, which he repeatedly snoozes for 45 minutes. At 8am I wake daughter up, get her fed, dressed, sort her lunchbox out and she’s ready for nursery. I drop her off then come home and work, I go and post a couple of parcels, and work on orders until pick up time. I go and get her from nursery then heat up leftovers for dinner. Partner goes out for his weekly game night at 6pm, and I do bedtime on my own, which takes just over an hour. I then finish off some orders and pack them up and pay for shipping and arrange a Royal Mail collection before going to bed. Partner goes to bed and sleeps all night, I’m up with daughter at about 3:30am. Fall asleep in her toddler bed and wake up with back ache and get back into my own bed just after 6:30, although partner is sleeping on my side, so I first have to move him over. His alarms start going off and he snoozes them all again. At 8:20 just before he leaves he comes in and says “are you getting up today?!”
I spent all of today (Wednesday) waiting in for Royal Mail to collect 11 parcels. So I make the beds, do the dishes, empty the bins, hoover, sweep the kitchen floor and wipe down the sides, throw old food away, fold the clean laundry and put mine and daughter’s away, do another load and hang it all up, do some more baking, and play with daughter and potty training in between. Her current favourite game is hide and seek, which is what we’re doing when partner comes in from work. I make dinner, he gives her a bath. She has had no accidents again with me all day. Partner starts off bedtime and I start working, until daughter shuts her fingers in the window and screams for mummy, he goes out to smoke while I sit with her, then he comes back and I carry on working. I have 11 mugs to make tonight to ship out tomorrow. At 9:15pm he comes in and asks where I was, I tell him I have loads of work to do. He asks since when is that a thing?
AIBU to think that he should be doing more of the parenting in the evenings so I can work? I do it all day while he works. If I had a job outside of the house that I went to in the evenings then he’d have to do it all, why should it be different just because I’m only upstairs in the craft room? Plus he gets his game night every week when I have to do everything on my own, surely he can do it occasionally when I have loads of orders to do?