I'm fucking flowing over with frustration with my husband.

Warning: long and ranty.<br><br>We've been married for 13 years, together for 16. We have a 4 year old daughter and a 5 month old baby girl.<br><br>I'm exhausted. He is not.<br><br>He went back to work in May after being out for a month and a half. Prior to that, he and I each had a day a week to ourselves. I got to nap while my daughter was at her grandparents' house. Now she's back and we're both fucking exhausted.<br><br>I feel like I can never catch up. I can't nap because I have to be awake for the baby. I can't sleep in because my daughter is up at 5am. I'm fucking overworked, under rested, and pissed off. And I feel completely unheard. He does fucking nothing. He spends 8 hours a day working and comes home, does nothing, and expects me to be ok with that. I am fucking not.<br><br>He does the bare minimum of cleaning. I do the rest, along with the cooking (with help from my daughter), the majority of the childcare, and working.<br><br>And I'm tired. Fucking tired.<br><br>So I asked him to take the morning tomorrow to give me a break. I haven't had a fucking break in months. I've had 4 days off of both kids since lockdown ended. Four. Days. Since May. I am fucking tired. And I want a break. And instead of giving it to me without being asked, I had to ask for it. I will have to beg fucking Christ himself for some relief.<br><br>I'm so angry.