I feel silly even making this post but I don’t know where else to turn. It feels like I can’t vent to friends because I know I am fortunate to have the life I do and I don’t want to seem ungrateful. I’m a stay at home mom of 2 with a loving husband who is trying to help out more now that I’m practically incapacitated during this pregnancy. Idk if it’s the hormones or new found sobriety but everything my husband does is making me irritated and angry. When he comes home from work, I’ve had a long day taking care of our children and basically in survival mode. He too has had a long day and understandably wants to decompress and do something enjoyable rather than help me pick up the slack of household duties that typically fall on me. Because I have been so sick and exhausted, I feel like I can barely muster the energy to eat and do necessary things for the children. Meanwhile I’m begging him to help me and venting about how horrible I feel. He tries to tell me how he is sick with a cold (which I am the kids are also) and has been stressed at work. But all I feel is resentment because I so badly want to get this housework done and make Christmas magic but I’m literally too exhausted and nauseous. When I act annoyed with him, he feels the need to make me feel like he is hurt that I don’t notice the extra work he has done. It’s honestly the bare minimum of what I do on a daily basis so it makes me even more annoyed. He will do two chores to say he helped and brag about it and ask me a million times what else I need help with (putting more mental load on me) instead of noticing what needs to be done and just doing it. All of the bedrooms are covered in clothes and toys from buildup that I have not gotten around to cleaning. The Christmas trees we bought are still bare because he hasn’t even begun to try and help do anything “extra” like that. Dishes are piled up by the sink. I want to be well and present so badly but I just can’t right now so it add insult to injury that he just keeps playing guitar, drinking white claw, and going to play golf because he deals with stress in those ways. To me it feel like a slap in the face that he can go do things like that instead of helping around the house and I sit here all day feeling like shit staring at it wishing I could physically do something about it. I know I am just hormonal and I am lucky to have him but he just doesn’t understand what this feels like. The other day he complained that I took a 4 hour nap because I was utterly spent and could not stay up. Can anyone else relate? I will be thankful when this is over.