Just that really. He works away in the week, so do I for two days then one day at home and one day freelance (trying to build that up but can’t get the time). So four days and fifth day full of taking toddler to clubs and school runs, errands etc.
I just feel like I do everything and everyone is taking me for a ride. Mum massively pressured me to move home to small town outside big regional city but now doesn’t really help. Dad has become massively sexist in old age and so thinks it’s all my responsibility anyway, asks pointedly about husband’s job and not mine. Sister isnjive but has own issues and not much interested in me.
It’s so lovely here and kids have amazing life here, brilliant state schools etc, extended family. But the toll falls on me.
I just feel like I am responsible for everything. I have started this post five times but to be honest even outlining everything would be so long and boring that I can’t bear to write it. But everything: school, the kids, the childcare, school applications/clubs/permissions/homework, all the diy, the renovations, organising/booking/paying contractors, most of the travel, organising the guy who cuts the lawn who has just tried to rip me off, organising the cleaner who ditto is supposed to help lighten the load but is doing a shit job but I can’t fire as see her at the school gate (spent three hours deep cleaning kitchen on Monday which she was very well-paid to do when we were away at end of summer but clearly didn’t). Am only driver. Therefore also responsible for car, mot, service, insurance. Actually all the insurances. We are in car-dependent place, so all pickups drop offs, errands, popping out to get cash/milk/bread, driving to see friends or out for a jaunt, all me.
I am paid really well for my part time job but it’s odd hours so I have an au pair who is there to deal with the wraparound bit. She is driving me crazy as is sooo sweet and sensitive but from a big, big family where tidiness/self sufficiency is not a big priority, background also very sexist, wife should be at home being grateful to hubby etc. So while I am grateful for her help, she’s just like having a big messy teenager to look after (before pengwynn appears, she’s not a teenager, she’s very experienced but with a similar family to her own ie lots of kids, lots of mess. We pay her a fortune, well above minimum wage + room and board, since I’m not interested in ripping anyone off, and she doesn’t work very many hours, but she is saving her money and so is constantly eating me out of house and home (maybe £150 on top of normal food bill and I cook a lot) and hangs out around a LOT). I need to take a tougher line with everyone because I am spending my entire salary on help to make it work but it’s not working. I feel like a giant pushover, and yet six years ago I was a director of a big company and had an amazing career. I’m trying and trying to get back to that but just fucking it up.
I do all the cooking and grocery shopping. All the presents, Christmas etc. I just feel that if I got separated maybe it would be easier? If I gave up my job and got rid of the childcare, cleaner and rip-off lawn guy, I would probably be better off but then would have no job? Brexit affects what we do.
Alternative is ship kids back to London and get full time job and full time nanny who actually does job.
Meanwhile husband is off jetting round world. It’s like one of those ones where the wealthy guy jets around and the sahm is expected to do everything, except we’re not rich (he’s had three redundancies, none his fault) and I don’t want to be a sahm. But I didn’t want the kids to have that life where they only see us at weekends (and even then we’d be working or checking emails). On paper I have the dream and in real life it’s an administrative nightmare.
I’m really sorry if I sound like a right princess. I just don’t know what to do.