I love my family, I really do, but I swear I am the only one actually keeping this house going. DH is helpful in the way a toddler is when they help, things get done, but only after I’ve asked, reminded, and then redone them properly.
Teen DD (14) has hit the eye-rolling stage and now finds everything I say humiliating. DS (10) is struggling in school (likely ADHD, but still fighting to get the school to actually do anything). Youngest (6) refuses to wear socks, insists she’s a cat, and fully believes she should be carried everywhere.
Meanwhile, MIL pops in regularly to tell me how things were so much simpler in her day and to remind me that she “never needed all this gentle parenting nonsense.” (She also conveniently forgets that DH still doesn’t know how to find the washing machine.)
Speaking of which, tonight was the final straw. DH proudly told me he’d “babysit” so I could “have a break.” Where did I go? The spa? A solo dinner? Nope. I was in the kitchen doing the bloody food shop online while the babysitter sat on his phone.
AIBU to wonder what would happen if I just disappeared for a few days? Or would they all just sit in their own filth waiting for me to come back?