NC for a moan
Have flu, feeling rubbish a week in. It's coincided with the last week of the Easter holiday for DS, so I've had to keep going, albeit doing the minimum to keep him alive (whilst having bursts of extreme guilt for the endless hours of cartoons he's watched).
DH's job is a bone of contention generally as hours are long, irregular with frequent stays away. We have no other help and I have become default parent 99.9% of the time. He was away for a night during this week, couldn't be helped, but I am shattered.
The flu has lowered my mood and the inability to rest has probably prolonged the illness so I snapped at him yesterday, via text (we never get to chat meaningfully irl anymore). I just keep burning out like this, have no life outside of parenting, which never ends, have nothing to look forward to as can't commit to any kind of regular activity. I don't work currently as I ended up in hospital a couple of years ago with sepsis having burnt out in similar circumstances. I was self employed, working around DH's work and childcare and something had to give. He wasn't giving anything so I let work go and concentrated on DS. I've been trying to get back to some work since September with a view to being ready to hit the ground when DS starts reception this year. I've made little progress as my time is constantly taken by chores, childcare, elderly parents and working around DH's work and generally feeling exhausted. I can't see it being much different when he starts school as all that entails will default to me too.
I have ringfenced a night away with an old uni friend once a year and it's the highlight of my year because I do nothing else for myself. He is happy to oblige but there always seems to be come back. When I told him I wanted to look again at the childcare spilt he told me he'd already given up most of the week and 'bent over backwards to help me' by looking after our son for 2 days to facilitate the trip, and was incredibly stressed by his work load because of it. Which made it clear he regards childcare as my job, the maintenance of my friendship and sanity as frivolous and that I should be more grateful for the extreme stress he endures on our behalf. He supports me working in word but not deed. I mean if I can fit work in around everything else in the 20 hours DS is at nursery, why can't he?
I feel my life slipping away. I feel my intellect and friendships disappearing and, God forgive me, on occasion I feel resentment towards our son, who is so demanding that I can't do anything when he's around. All chores and life admin happen in nursery hours and I'm exhausted by bedtime. No matter what we do DS isn't asleep before 9/9.30pm and I have to stay in bed with him until he drops off. By the time I sort the kitchen and pets I have no energy left. I don't read or watch TV anymore, haven't a clue about current affairs, I barely socialise, I can go days without any adult conversation.
I've tried to claim some rest today, my body knows I need it, and my husband just made a crack about everyone apart from him in the house being lazy. I feel like packing a bag and going, I know not where, but I've just had enough of the guilt on top on the thankless slog and erasing of any meaningful activity in my life.
AIBU to think there should be more to my life than this? I usually suck it up but I'm so frazzled I just can't help but feel short changed today.