I am a SAHM and DH has been working away for the last three weeks (first time ever working away and is home on weekends) which to begin with I had no problem with. Was actually quite looking forward to....not him being gone as such, but a bit of a change of routine.
As the weeks progressed I realised I didnt really miss him, which was a bit strange, felt a bit mean, but I have a lively 5 year old and an equally lively 1year old who is a poor sleeper. I'm just either busy with them or worn out by them. Plus it was half term so we were out and about more etc. But now that hes home I feel slightly irritated with him. His not being here has highlighted how little difference it made to my daily life and I feel terrible about it.
He's a really lovely husband and in many ways I count myself as bloody lucky to have him. He often pays me compliments (undeserved as I must look like a bag of shite 99% of the time) he's brilliant in bed, he's SO hardworking and although we dont live a flashy lifestyle, we pretty much want for nothing as a result of how hard he has worked.
But lately I feel like he's disconnected from me and the children. He doesnt seem to gravitate towards them like he did at one time. They always come to me, be it for fun, food or comfort. Time spent as a family I find less enjoyable when he is there as he doesnt seem relaxed and can be too quickly irritated. If he helps with the children I feel its purely because I've reached my wits end. I feel theres a competition in who's the most tired, which I know is quite common, but its annoying nonetheless.
Also he tells me he loves me a lot - pretty much every day, but I sometimes dont feel inclined to say it back because he'll say 'I love you' before he goes to work having left me deal with a sick child and a sleepless baby all night, knowing its the second night in a row that I've had about 4 hourse sleep. The response I want to give is 'Oh piss off!' - but that would be mean :)
I DO love my husband but I am worried that the way I'm feeling could grow and that these issues are what people mean when they refer to 'the cracks'. Or is it simply that we're the parents of young children adapting to a new (and it is only temporary) way of living and I'm over tired, over emotional and over thinking it all?