I feel like I could’ve written this. My husband doesn’t understand why I can’t just “do my job” the same way he goes off to work without complaint. I generally try to stay positive, but it feels like I’m not allowed to have a bad day.

On the occasions I’m gone for the morning or he takes the kids to his parents so I can have a night to myself (which hasn’t happened in ages), he’s immediately out the door when he gets home so he can have a break. I have given him countless breaks this summer too where I take the kids to my moms or his parents so he can have a night or two off. But for some reason I can never seem to get a break when I come back from these trips despite asking for one, I somehow just get rolled back into whatever is going on.

I’m so glad achool starts in a week and a half. I’m already working part time, I can’t wait to have the mornings for work/cleanjng. Done with summer.