Every time I am out at the weekend my husband will message me either “what am I doing the kids for lunch?” Or “where do I find them socks/hair slides/jumpers?” For context we both work full time and have two 12 year olds and a 6 year old. We do one medium shop and three or four top ups for fresh food.
The emotional labour of thinking about every meal, party gift, outfit, school project and doctors appointment is really getting me down.
Just recently I’ve started texting him, “what am I doing the kids for lunch?” Every time he leaves the house. It’s been a week, he’s now giving me the silent treatment.
So AIBU?