I'm furious with my husband

But it's societal expectations that are the real issue. Women are expected to mother full-time, work full-time, tidy the home, make meals, plan holidays and be the in-house therapist. It's a lot.

I hang out the laundry at 7pm, wipe down the kitchen table yet again, collect pieces of Lego that have been scattered around the sitting floor, pile the clean folded laundry in my arms and head upstairs.

I feel furious.

I’ve had enough.

We need to get a nanny, I tell my husband. I’m fed up with cramming my work into the school hours and then cramming motherhood and domestic duties in between 3pm and bedtime.

I need some breathing space.

He stays quiet, just looking at me and listening. Perhaps he wants to remind me that he does a lot around the home too, which is the truth, but he wisely doesn’t bother.

It’s the invisible load that I’m carrying, I say.