For context, I used to work outside of the house 30 hours a week in a secondary school. Would wake up at 7am, sort my 2 children out, then myself and be out of the house by 8am at the latest. As soon as I got home I would have to sort them a drink and snack, do the dishes, laundry, sweep, make dinner. I was knackered. My husband who works from home, didn't do any of this, wouldn't even put on a load of laundry or do the cat litter while I was out.
Flash forward to now, I had to resign to take care of my nanny who has since passed away and I couldn't balance my job, my kids and her needs. So I am now unemployed. I still do all of the household tasks, all of the cooking, pretty much everything you can think of. Husband got a promotion, works 9-5 at home, as soon as he's done and I've given him and the kids dinner he's falling asleep and then ends up having to go to bed. I end up waking him up around 8pm when of course I've already done one of my kids bedtimes. This is around 3/4 days out of the 5 working days.
I'm sick to my back teeth of it. I feel like I can't complain because I'm the one that isn't working, but it has always really been me doing all the things to keep our lives going, all the chores, all the appointments. I'm fucking sick of it. I feel like a mug. I'm applying for work again and just dreading when I get something that I'm back to working my arse off then coming home and keeping my house and family afloat and all he has to do is get up, do his work and worry about noone else. He's now gone and signed back up for distance uni and when i asked is he being realistic, I'm accused of not supporting him. I literally support him daily because if I didn't do anything who else would be doing it.
Adding to this he's mentioned a 3rd child. I always wanted one more. But not like this.
Unappreciated, really bloody lonely, fed up.