I'm just about mental here. It probably doesn't help that it's CD1 either. But I've been thinking of writing this and then deciding not to ... then I should ... then no. Anyway. Here goes.
I'm about fit to be tied with how much help (lack of, actually) I get from my hubby in the day to day. Lets demonstrate. Take today, for instance. Pretty typical. Get up at 6, feed Luke bottle til 6:30, put him back to sleep or play in crib so I can shower and get ready. Shower. Get ready. Husband wakes up about 7:15. Bonus points given as he went to Holy Hour for me last night. Give him a pass. Finish doing hair. Go into Luke's room, get him dressed, in carseat and out the door. I take him to daycare. Husband has left 10-15 mins before me.
Go to work. Work 8-5. Deal with crappy situations. Try and manage two men at work who are our installers, as well as quote some jobs. It's like herding cats.
Its 5:15-5:20. Leave for home. Hubby gets Luke. Meet him home about 5:30-5:40. Get Luke out of carseat and hug, kiss, hold him. Hubby changes clothes, comes out to couch. Has a seat. I play with Luke a little bit more. Have to go to bathroom, get changed, so have hubby watch him. Instead of getting on floor, hubby's version of playing with Luke is to bring him up to sit on his lap. I start cooking supper, Luke wants to nap (he naps between 6-7 for 1/2 hour). Hubby can't put him to sleep. Majorly fussy. I stand up and rock him, walk with him. He dozes. Supper needs to be finished. Ask hubby to help. Huge imposition. Gets up off couch and adds ingredients. Surs back down. Food simmers. Timer goes off. I get up to finish the meal, turn food off and add one more ingredient. Can't do it holding Luke. Put Luke down. Luke wakes up early. Grumpy. Have hubby hold him. Hubby asks if food is ready yet. We eat. Luke plays on bouncer for awhile. Hubby warches tv. Luke gets grumpy. I finish my food on floor with him. He lasts awhile longer.
Fix a bottle one handed then put a fussy Luke to sleep. Doze as Luke is eating. Luke goes to sleep. Come back into kitchen. Put food away. Wash all bottles. Wash a load of dishes by hand. Start dishwasher. Clean counters. Pick up living room. Feed cats. Hubby still sitting on couch.
SO FRUSTRATED I CAN SCREAM!!!
What can I do to get him to help? I've tried asking ... he says I nag. I've tried being silent and doing it anyway, I get really burned out. I feel like I'm his butler or something, not his wife.
I could deal with the house stuff and picking up, but I'm more irritated than anything about the way he interacts with Luke. He never plays on the floor with him. It's always me (which I don't mind all all, trust me), but I want him to *want* to play with Luke and enjoy him being a little boy. Not playing video games or being on the computer all the time. I am mostly sad for Luke and don't want this pattern to continue as Luke gets older.
Ladies, how do your husbands help around the house and how do you get them to help? Am I crazy for wanting my husband to help? Did your husbands play with your 6 month babies voluntarily? I'd like to get some input on whether I'm overreacting or whether this is severe PMS.
