Here's the story. I admit that I've namechanged for this.
My DS is 7mo. Since he was born, the longest stretch of continuous sleep I've had is 2 hours. He wakes up several times at night (at least 5 times between the hours of 9pm and 7am) and naps for no more than 1.5 hours during the day since he was 1mo. No, turning 3mo didn't help, nor has weaning, nor has formula. I finally moved him into our bed as getting up to traipse back and forth between our room and his nursery to breastfeed him just got too difficult. I'm completely exhausted and my H knows this. He works in a job which, by his own admission, isn't demanding at all. He also goes to the gym every morning before work. He has taken DS off my hands on a number of mornings so I can have an uninterrupted 40 mins or so of sleep and has skipped out on the gym (after much sighing and general faffing).
Last night, I got DS into bed at 7.15PM and figured he would sleep for at least 3 hours, thus giving me time to get on with a backload of housework. In fact, he woke up at 7:50PM and didn't fall asleep until 10:45PM, during which time he cried constantly. My H helped me try to settle him from 7:50 till 8:30, during which time I was doing the laundry, washing up etc. H gave up, and I took over, finally getting him to sleep at 10:45. During that time, I had to ask H to sort out our filthy bedding by changing the linen which I'd washed and dried earlier.
After DS finally fell asleep, I started running around, doing the ironing, more washing up, cleaning the floors, folding clean laundry. I hadn't had anything to eat since 12 noon earlier that day. My H sat around surfing porn the internet and finally got up to go to bed at 11:50PM. Not once did he ask if I needed help with anything or make any attempt to put away laundry, dishes etc.
I finally grabbed some dinner at midnight and got into bed for 1AM, only for DS to wake up at 1:30, 3:30, 5 and finally 6:30. I had a total of 2 hours sleep the entire night. At 6:50, H took DS to change his night nappy and, despite knowing what a rough night I'd had, got ready to go to the gym. A few choice swear words were thrown at him and he finally slammed out the door at 7.
I don't have any family nearby (both parents are dead, his only living parent is across the Pond). I have had DS spending 3 hours a day at a childminder's, but most of that time is taken up with housework, preparing "lunch" (breakfast, more like!), having a chance to go to the loo, pumping breastmilk etc, so much so that it's over so quickly and I've barely had time to catch my breath.
Given that, in 7 months (actually, make that 9 months, considering the numerous toilet breaks I woke up to in my final 2 months of pregnancy), the longest stretch of continuous sleep I've had is 2 hours, AIBU to book into a hotel for the next two nights and let H deal with DS so he knows just how little sleep/rest I get and can perhaps alter his lifestyle to suit the fact that we (not I, WE) now have a demanding baby? DS is breastfed but will accept formula (from anyone other than me!). I'm barely getting by, have developed RSI from having to carry DS round a lot of the time (he's rather clingy!) and now have a constant physical twitch in my left eye (this usually happens when I've had very little sleep). I don't think asking him to forgo the gym, at least until DS sleeps better at night, is that much of a hardship - his view, however, is that he will not stop going to the gym. Then again, any rational thinking skills I once possessed have probably been flung out of the window by sheer exhaustion.
So, AIBU?