Do you have any hope of getting through to your husband–ever? Maybe he needs longer child-care stretches to help him get the idea? If you guys are going to have more kids, he needs to get used to spending more one-on-one time with the kid.
I also have a more hopeful addendum.
My in-laws used to live in a far-out suburb with huge lots and nothing within reasonable walking distance but a playground (20+ minutes?) and a coffee shop (30 minutes?) with (as I recall) practically no sidewalks. Problem is, that area is famous for chilly rain, so on any Christmas visit, we were guaranteed to be locked up at home. It was almost OK during the summer. We rarely went to the Cool Big City, because it was a very far out suburb.
However, the good news is that my in-laws recently bought a lovely close-in home within long walking and close driving distance of many of the amenities in Cool Big City. I haven’t seen it yet, but it’s everything I would have loved during the Christmas Jail years. Also, this past visit, they put the big kids into a half-day sailing camp and they had all sorts of scheduled activities for the kids. (Big Girl was exhausted. Middle Kid LOVED it.) So, they obviously learned a lot from having full-responsibility for the big kids the previous summer.
Every month or so, I take part of a Saturday to myself and leave DD with DH for 4-5 hours or thereabouts. She absolutely adores her daddy, and vice versa. I go to Adoration and/or Confession, then shopping and lunch on my own.
The thing is, he has an absolutely atrocious short-term memory. Always has. So, for example, I can say before I leave “DD will need a smoothie at X time; I’ve made it up, and all you have to do is give her the sippy cup that’s on the second shelf of the fridge. Then she’ll need a diaper change, and you can put her down for a nap. When she gets up, she’ll need a snack; I’ve set out crackers, cheese, and fruit in this container.”
He’ll then forget about either the smoothie or the snack. Not maliciously, but because he simply doesn’t remember. If I write a schedule down for him with times and what to do, he’ll forget to look at the schedule. If I set an alarm on his phone, he’ll forget what the alarm is for. He insists, and his parents have mentioned it separately, that it’s always been this way with him. I honestly don’t know (seriously, how can anyone survive long-term like this?), but he’s not prone to lying, so I choose to believe him.
Then I’ll come home, and the snack, if she got it, will be smeared all over the kitchen or living room, he’ll have left plates and food wrappers on the floor, DD may well have gotten into the trash can, and she may or may not have actually napped, no one knows, because DH will have forgotten to get the baby monitor out of the bedroom so that he can hear when she wakes up, and she’ll probably be hangry. I’ll spend an hour or more cleaning the mess and DD, and changing/feeding DD, which does not leave me in an especially pleasant mood because I don’t like walking into a crisis as soon as I get home.
I used to have a “me” activity I did every Saturday morning, but I gave it up at the end of the last season because I couldn’t stay caught up on the house repairs and chores while being gone every Saturday morning.
Insofar as more kids, I’m pregnant right now. If this baby makes it (I had a miscarriage two months ago), I’ll be very glad indeed; I want DD to have a sibling closeish in age, and yes, I’ve got serious baby fever. However, from a common-sense perspective, I’ve come to realize in the last few weeks that unless something changes drastically that’s going to have to be it for a long time. We wanted a big family, but he’s not doing a whole lot to show that he’ll help with a big family. As it is, he spends most weekends watching TV and gaming while I clean, take care of the toddler, and fix stuff around the house.
The thing is, he grew up in a messy, disorganized house, so he sees most of the cleaning and fixing as not being necessary. To him, they’re leisure activities because they aren’t required; if I choose to do them, that’s my choice, but he’s not going to do something unnecessary that he doesn’t enjoy on the weekends just because I do. And he grew up in a really big family, there was always someone for everyone to play with, so the kids were, I suspect, a bit less demanding of mom than only-first-child DD, and thus he doesn’t think one has to entertain kids. Probably truer when there are more than one, but that’s not the case here, at least, not yet.
ETA: I think there’s a possibility that his perspective may change after I have the “I’m at the end of my rope, I can’t balance any more kids with the workload I’m carrying, so either you pick up some of it or we avoid for 4-5 years” talk. That may shock him. I’m not pinning all my hopes on it, but it just might, as it’s
really important to him to have a big family. I’m not trying to use this as some sort of blackmail: I honestly don’t see how I can chase multiple toddlers and handle a newborn while trying, for example, to rebuild a toilet that’s decided to run all the time.