Over the past few months I have been getting increasingly frustrated with DH.
On all the big things he would be seen as an excellent husband and father. His first priority is making sure our family is provided for and he doesn't have any really bad habits such as drinking, gambling and I'm pretty sure he would never cheat on me.
And yet I'm still not satisfied. Primarily because despite the fact I work 4 days a week at a job I don't particularly enjoy just about everything to do with childcare and housework falls to me. I don't mean that DH doesn't do any, he will once a fortnight or so whip up a curry using a jar of sauce. He will quite often put on the dishwasher/washing machine, but rarely hang it up or empty it out. He will always tell me when he has done anything at all.
Then with DS aged 3.5 who does require a bit of entertaining, DH is great when we are out and we often do days out, but when we are at home it pretty much always falls to me to spend time with him, so today DH was out in the garden in the morning doing admirable and necessary things to the green house whilst I made lunch and dinner and put more glitter on a bat, listened to DS say Mummy 384 times, wiped his nose 564 times, refused Halloween bounty a fair few times, well you get the picture. Afterlunch I said I needed a few minutes to myself so locked myself in the study to come out to DS and DH watching The Simpsons. Now I don't mind DS watching some TV but this appears to be DHs default option and I want DS to do more than watch TV for hours every day.
This afternoon I took DS out to a soft play and came back to a still messy home, granted I have now managed to escape to the gym, but it really irks me that in order for DH to become the primary carer I physically have to leave the house.
Now I try to remember that DH does stuff I'm not keen on such as the finances and some of the gardening, but it's all the daily grind of putting meals on tables and having clean clothes that I find somewhat wearing.
DH is in many ways a lovely man and I have tried to get through this in the past by just getting on with it. But I'm increasingly getting to the point of thinking why the hell should I.
I'm also aware that I'm not one of lifes eternal optimists and I know I am very fortunate in many respects but also feel that equality at home shouldn't be too much to ask.
So what do I do, do I just suck it up and understand this is what marriage and parenthood is about or how can I make it change in a way that doesn't turn me into a constant nag ?