I’m a planner by nature. I work full-time and have two primary school-aged children. What works for me—what has to work for me—is being organised.
There are school activities, sports tournaments, drama productions, holidays—all of which require careful planning and logistics. Both husband and I are across all the email's, WhatsApp groups, and everything goes in a family diary.
Right now, we’re preparing to go on holiday. One of our kids has a sports tournament the night before we leave, which includes an overnight stay. Here’s what I’ve done in the run-up:
- Gone through the kids’ summer clothes, ordered new ones where needed, and returned what didn’t fit.
- Washed and ironed everything.
- Packed for myself and both children.
- Packed my husband’s clothes for him (not out of choice)
- Packed all toiletries.
- Booked airport parking.
- Booked and paid for the entire holiday.
- Organised the overnight bag for the tournament.
- Joined the WhatsApp group for tournament updates.
- Put the bins out for collection.
- Turned the hot water off before leaving.
My husband has:
- Bought new swimming goggles for the kids.
- Taken out his clothes to bring on holiday.
- Bought fish food for the week.
-
The night before we travel, he’s working late because of a deadline. He’s not helping at all. From the weekend to when we leave, we had two full days and three evenings to prepare. He got his clothes out the day before we fly.
By the final night, I completely shut down. I wasn’t really talking to anyone. The mental and logistical load of organising a family of four is crushing me. I can’t help but feel resentful that he doesn’t anticipate what needs to be done—or even
ask.
When I speak to friends, some of them are doing even more than this. They say their husbands are “useless”—but also acknowledge that their husbands are the primary breadwinners, so maybe that’s how they justify the imbalance. In our case, I actually earn more, and I manage the family’s finances too.
When I speak to family, I get the usual: “That’s just men for you.”
But I’m tired. I feel burnt out, alone, and increasingly like this isn’t fair. It feels expected of me—and yet, it’s just not working for me anymore. I’m left wondering: What exactly am I getting out of this?
I have thought about calling it a day on our marriage due to his lack of input on the planning and organisational side but is this enough to break up a family. I also can't afford to leave, not without some significant changes like moving to a new location etc which isn't something I am ready to entertain yet.