Childcare of our toddler is 90% on me, although we both work. Today was one of the very very rare occasions where I left DS with my husband for some me-time. I came home at 9pm, toddler still wide awake although his usual bedtime is at 7. Husband thought it was a good idea to put him for a second nap at 5pm, so he probably won’t sleep until midnight now. Our flat looks like a battlefield. Food on the floor and everywhere. Now my relaxing day off has caused me more stress because I’ll spend the next two hours trying to get my toddler to sleep followed by 2 hours cleaning the flat. It just wasn’t worth it. I can’t help but think that this is weaponised incompetence so that I just give up on taking time for myself and don’t ask him to look after his child again.