My husband works all day while I take care of the kids. I'm thankful for that. I am. But, being a mom is hard. I never stopped working I just don't get paid for it now. My job is hard too. And he acts like I don't have the right to lose my shit sometimes. Like I don't have the right to break down. Like what I do is no big deal. Nothing compared to working all day, right? The lack of appreciation is ridiculous. All I think about are the kids and him. Everything I do or have done has been for them. I mean I nearly broke down when their doctor said I was doing such a great job. That they are happy babies. That it's hard but that I'm really strong. I never hear that. He never just says "you're a good mom" or "thank you for all you do". Seriously, how hard is that to say every once in awhile. I raise my voice. I get snappy and have a major attitude every once in a while. But I guess that's not justified. I have twins. Baby twins. And I love them more than I've ever loved anything in my whole life. They are great babies. That doesn't mean that it doesn't get hard. That doesn't mean that I don't just sit in the bathroom and cry sometimes. That doesn't mean that I don't want to scream at the top of my lungs into a pillow sometimes. And it seems that the only people that understand that are the stay at home parents or single parents. Why? Well, I guess then the only way for him to understand how hard it is, is to let him do it all day by himself while I sit and take calls all day. But, I can't do that. So, how do I make him understand how hard it is to do it alone? How do I make him see that I deserve to be appreciated for all the shit I do. I take care of all their doctor appointments. The cardiologist. The blood screenings. The vaccines. The grocery shopping. The bottles during the day. The diapers. The outfits. The stories. The toys. The clean-up. The soothing. The staying up. And she is right. I do a damn good job. But he doesn't seem to see that.