There’s a nasty little gremlin of a feeling I struggle with sometimes. I keep it at bay most days, but it pops up unexpectedly, sometimes fleetingly, sometimes for longer.

Resentment.

I hate typing the word. I hate saying it more. But I’m just going to put it out there, because I can’t be the only one: Sometimes I resent my husband.

Papa Y is a great dad and husband. But it’s no secret that becoming a parent is hard, and it can put stress on even the strongest marriage. For me, the strain sometimes manifests itself in jealousy, and yes, resentment.

On a carefree pre-baby trip to New Zealand

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What’s my beef? Well, it boils down to something along these lines: I feel like – well, no, I am – mom 24/7. While he cannot technically relinquish the role of father, Papa Y is able to take breaks from it. Long ones, even. He can spend six hours on the golf course. He can go out of town alone. He can stay at the office late if he needs to. And he can, and does, sleep. You know, in chunks longer than four hours. The whole night, even.

Part of the big problem is that Baby Y is still breastfed. I don’t have much milk saved up, so I can’t go far. And the buck stops with me for night wakings.

Another huge factor is our very rural town. Other moms may be able to zip to the mall for an afternoon for some “me time.” I would have to drive two hours, one way. That would give me enough time to buy a soft pretzel and head home. So my non-motherhood diversions are extremely limited.

Third, there’s our jobs. I work, but Papa Y brings home far more of the bacon and his job is more demanding. So he gets more time in the office and spends a lot of time working while he’s at home. I cram my job duties into the nooks and crannies left behind after he plots his schedule and can watch Baby Y, which is not a good feeling for this relatively independent-minded soul.

Finally, there’s travel. Papa Y does a lot of it. Sometimes it’s essential. Sometimes it’s not. I often go along with him, but making sure Baby Y gets his naps and his early bedtime limits how enjoyable trips can be. I’ve chosen to stay home a bit more lately, which makes it easier on the kiddo. But it can get pretty lonely, so it’s not necessarily any better for me – just a different kind of crappy!

Papa Y knew something was wrong the other night and dragged all this out of me. I’m pretty bad about bottling things up – I hate confrontation and just tend to let things stew. I need to be a better communicator.

It felt good to clear the air, and talking it out made me realize how many of these things will be easing on their own soon when we move. But I also need to speak up more, like if I’d rather him forgo a golf trip or watch the kiddo for an hour in the evening so I can just go for a walk by myself. Gritting my teeth and willing Papa Y to realize something on his own simply doesn’t work. Go figure.

I also realized that I am generally happy to make the sacrifices that are best for our family as long as I know they’re appreciated.  I don’t need a medal or anything; just a hug, even. But I do like to know that he is thankful when I’m going above and beyond the normal call of duty. And this goes both ways – I could be better about letting him know what a great dad he is.

Have you ever struggled with spousal resentment post-baby? How do you deal with it?