I had a similar thread a while back, @Theresa88 , but I think I posted it in 90 days only. My husband is actually not all that well qualified - hasn’t been to university - but found himself earning around £95,000 due to being trained in and in fairness being extremely skilled at something a bit niche.
It is an excellent salary of course but it is not the hazy heights of several hundred thousand a year so it doesn’t allow us to splurge money on endless household staff to support us!
We have two children two and a half years apart. Last year, I went back after maternity leave and only two days off a week had a three year old (then four) and a one year old and it was just awful and overwhelming to be honest; endless ‘mummy!’ and spills and mess, no down time at all.
Like you I’ve always done the night wakes, nursery runs, everything … it’s hard to explain how exhausting it is. DH doesn’t get back until bedtime.
It has been a lot easier this year with only one child at home (ds started school in September) and I am finding them easier mostly generally although dd has recently hit terrible twos with a vengeance.
I think it is largely about survival and pragmatism. As you can see MN don’t tend to sympathise; it’s a school of thought that demands either DH does 50/50 and if that involves a new job be it so … but that isn’t possible or practical. My DH has worked in his company for twenty years now and even if he could leave he’d lose a lot of the goodwill sort of benefits he has. So really we’d be looking at a menial type job which aren’t always any better in terms of family life and would make DH miserable as it would me! Or it says suck it up buttercup; you married a man with money so lucky you.
It is a waiting game. I have said to friends I felt like I was drowning and treading water to breathe and survive but not enough to do anything else. This year a bit of ‘me’ is coming back; I’ve lost four stone and am a healthy weight again and that’s helped too (not saying you do, but binge eating sugar and fatty foods was unfortunately one of my coping mechanisms.)
I wish you well 