MiniMousse - I do see your point, and when I'm home alone I tell myself 'I am lucky, I'm not alone all the time, I have a partner.' And before he came along I was a single mum for a year, but in a funny way I have to admit that in my case I was happier then.
well maybe that's a bit strong, but I certainly had freedom and support. When I was on my own with dd her dad would take her a couple of nights a week, so I had a break and saw friends. It probably makes me sound shallow but I also had fun and excitement with of online dating, and shared all the the highs and lows with another newly single friend. I also had lots of support from friends who knew I was on my own, family seemed to make more effort to help too.
With friends now, no one is in the same boat. They seem to look forward to weekends and evenings when they see husbands, they plan weekend family outings and I know not to bother them if it's not a week day, so weekends are the loneliest times. If I was a single mum (and of course I accept that I am lucky that I'm not) I would probably look up a local club for other single parents. I expect that would help with the not-seeing-another-adult weekends.
Of course I know I am lucky to be with someone I care about, but it's not completely straight forward. Everyone's circumstances are different. Some writing here seem to cope well with partners away, some find it harder.
When my partner comes home he does make an effort to help, but due to both of us working a lie in is still quite a rare treat!
My partner has just returned from Monte Carlo. Today I found there was a Monaco key ring on the car key. He gets fridge magnets every time he goes away. It's completely daft but each time I open the fridge I notice that it's an unequal kind of relationship. I think I'd like to go to Italy, the Caribbean, Vegas and Budapest! I only notice it for a second, but it's not healty and I wish I didn't notice it at all.
I expect when the kids are older it will be easier to go to these places, but for now as boogeek says I have to remind myself that it's his job, and it's mine to be home. As I mentioned when we met, before I got pregnant (unplanned!) I'd just started out doing the same job as him, so I guess there's an element of regret.
There's just this traditional notion that couples are a team - in these situations the team isn't here all the time. It needs to be replaced with other support networks.
As a single mum I had other support. As a sometimes-with-partner, sometimes-not mum I don't have that support sorted out. Yet. Working on it.
If I wasn't such a wimp about a babysitter putting ds to bed I'd have got more life on my own by now. I guess he will just get used to it. A babysitter won't be a stranger after the first few times, and then I hope II'll quit playing the martyr so much.