Working Husband

Ok, so before I go on my rant... let me start by saying I am in no way trying to complain that my husband busts his ass and works SO hard for our family. I’m just 27 weeks pregnant, frustrated, and need a little encouragement.

So, my husband works DAMN hard for our family. His normal work week consists of 4-10 hour shifts(he’s technically off on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.) he is former Marine Corps and was medically retired for shattering his pelvis, breaking his back, and tearing his knees and ankles up while he was active duty. PLUS, he has a rating through the VA. SO MONEY IS NOT AN ISSUE FOR US. We have a 3 year old daughter and another sweet baby girl on the way and for whatever reason, my husband insists on working overtime every. Single. Weekend. So he’s only home for one whole day out of the week. This is where my problems and frustrations come in. I do not work, and I am FOREVER grateful for my husband for that. BUT, I am a full time student, full time mom, AND I’m pregnant. I don’t have a problem with being responsible for the house, doesn’t bother me. What does bother me however, is when my husband gets home from work whether it’s a normal day or overtime, in which HE CHOOSES TO WORK, all he does is complain about how much pain he’s in so he can’t help me do anything. He doesn’t help with our three year old while I’m trying to make dinner. He doesn’t bathe her. He doesn’t get her ready for bed. He doesn’t even put his dirty clothes in the dirty clothes hamper that he passes on his way to our bedroom to go to bed. He just takes his dirty socks off wherever, and leaves them there. My other frustration comes from him never having time for our child. If he doesn’t have time for me, fine. I’m a big girl, I’ll be ok. But in a week he probably spends about 15-20 hours, if that, with our daughter. That’s it. And his way of “spending time” with her is turning on a movie and sleeping on the couch while she sits next to him watching it. I’m just so irritated. Am I overreacting? Is it just the hormones? Help me y’all, because everyday I want to punch him in the face and tell him to be a fucking dad.