I recently went back to work part time after staying home for 7 years. Have a 7yo and 3yo. My husband stays with 3yo while I work weekdays and both kids while I work an occasional weekend. All short shifts, 5 hours being the longest.
The entire time I was at home, I felt like I could never keep up. Constantly over stimulated from all the touching and constant talking/questions. Killing myself to stay caught up on the house. Always falling short of my own desires to take them out or plan fun things at home. There never seemed to be any peace. I always felt so inadequate. Husband would tell me I'm doing great, but then comments about the lack of clean laundry would silently punch me.
It only made it worse that in the RARE instances I got away, they seemed to be different children for him. My first day at the new job, I came home to "I don't know what you did all day". He still says he shouldn't have said that, but it has been months and I still cry about it.
The past two weeks or so, the 3yo has gotten - what I refer to as - more comfortable. Husband has a harder time. He's exhausted by her/them. Over stimulated. Snappy from the constant questions. Frustrated they wouldn't let him eat or exist. Doesn't get as much finished around the house.
I expressed it is very validating. What I tried to say to him was that for years I felt so inadequate because it always seemed so hard. They always seemed to treat me like a punching bag (while LITERALLY giving him "spa treatments" when he got home because "daddy is tired from working") It is validating to know that he is feeling the same way, because it means that is just raising our kids. It isn't me that fell short or him, that is just being alone with them for extended periods. That it is just parenthood.
Starting with "it's so validating..." wasn't my best idea. I can understand why he got irritated.
But, what I wanted to say was -
WELCOME TO THE THUNDER DOME, BITCH. EVERYONE HERE IS EXHAUSTED, HUNGRY AND READY TO SCREAM. THE FERAL CREATURES IN THE CORNER DO NOT GIVE A **** ABOUT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, PHYSICAL NEEDS OR HYGIENE. I HAVE BEENS HERE FOR YEARS AND IT DOESN'T GET ANY EASIER. THEY DON'T LET YOU EAT. SHOWERING IS A PRIVILEGE. AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU ANYTHING BUT HAPPY BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, BUT WELCOME TO MY FUCKING WORLD. SUCKS, DOESN'T IT????? BET YOU UNDERSTAND NOW WHY I KEPT HAVING MENTAL BREAKDOWNS AND PANIC ATTACKS AND BEGGING FOR FREE TIME.
But saying that wouldn't go well either.
EDIT: I woke up today before the sun with youngest. Then worked a 3 hour shift (delivery) before he went to work. After he left I literally laid on the bed and told oldest that I just needed to do nothing for a minute. They were quiet so I went to check on them. They're cleaning the living room for me 🥲 I fucking love my kids.