Hi,
Okay, its late, hopefully I am the only one still up, but now I will try to fill in the gaps and explain myself a bit. Thank you so much for all the suggestions, so many of them are so helpful.
DP does work FT, he does do the nursery run, the nursery is just nearer my office and not at all near his, so I do mornings and he does half of the evenings. He spends a lot of time looking after DD in the mornings, the evenings and the weekends and is very flexible, only our arrangement is that Sunday afternoon is his time, Sunday morning is mine (I go running if I have the energy). Neither of us ever gets to go out in the week, as there is too much to do, and so this is why football and running matter.
I am a very junior associate (2 years qualified) in a very niche area in a very large firm. I certainly do not get paid £1m or even £100k. I work 9.30 to 5.30 or later if DP picks DD up. I try to be home by 7 as I am still BF. We get DD to bed, then I work from 8 - 12 most nights. We wake about 4 times in the night as DD is a poor sleeper. Long explanation but this is why by the time Friday comes around, I feel I really need and value my weekend.
We send DD to a nursery as it is near my work, we believe in children playing together and learning to socialise and be independent and we believe there is a benefit in more than one person looking after DD. We could not afford a nanny even if we wanted one and our flat is so small it drives us mad and would do so to anyone who had to be here all the time.
I have learned now that you can get emergency nannies, and so if DD were to get mumps or measles or something nasty and was not running a temperature of 39+ with ear infections as during CP, then Xenia, I assure you, I will get one of them round and make sure I go to work.
As to work - spudballoo, can I have a job please? Today, DP went to his match (he won, thank you), a very tired and even more junior but childless colleague went to meetings in my place until DP got home, I then went in and took over. I came back when I could and DP had (as is often the case) fed and bathed DD, and he got her back to sleep when I last posted.
So I hope that makes it all a bit clearer. We are youngish parents for London, I am a very young mum for the City legal field and we only rent a little flat, we do not own an island. DP pulls his weight and more.
I did of course, know what I signed up to when I joined my firm, and I did love my job, work all hours including weekends, and my main boss did rely on me to always be there, so it is true it is me that has changed and not him. He was really understanding when my mum died just before DD was born, he is sometimes a nice person, and I used to get on with him very well. I do really want to do a good job, I am really committed to my practice area, and I am the kind of person who is prepared to work very very hard. But I cannot do more than I can physically do, and I have to sleep and eat sometimes.
All that said, I don't think I am that weird if I say I love my DD and DP more than work and if I have to choose, they, and not work come first.
That may all sound a little defensive, but I am trying to explain that I am not stupid, or lazy or senior at work. There are no partnership prospects in my firm in my area, it is that niche, and I would not want that life. I do not aspire to tons of money or status derived from the size of deals, just as I know that I can never bring a claim against my employer because the culture supports my bosses views, not mine.
I am really grateful for all the support offered by lots of people, interested by the views of others and think that this has been a very interesting thread.
I think I will probably look for another job, leave London for somewhere greener if we can and try and have a life with a bit of fun in, as there is not enough time for it the way we live at the moment. Thank you all for the kind comments about my Mum, a lot of my desperation and stress is doubtless because I miss her and she was my best friend. She worked hard all her life to bring up four of us, worked FT, ran the household equally with my Dad, and died so young that she and my Dad never got to have the fun that makes life good. I don't want to find that I look back in 10 years time and realised I skipped the fun bit.
Sweet dreams and thank you.
Lemur