Husbands just don't understand

I think I am pretty luck as far as husbands go he's a good man and a great dad and he is everything I have ever wished for but why oh why does it have to feel like I am asking the world from him when I ask him to get up with the kids in the morning? I have to get up with Katy in the night (lately more than once) and if the kids sleep until eight he still gets to sleep in. Why doesn't he see how exhausted I am? It's not like I don't tell him. Why is it that when we are getting ready to go some where I will be getting my self ready and he will be done getting ready but I still have two kids in pj's and a diaper bag to pack and he is playing on the computer? Why do I have to be visibly stressed out before I get any me time, and why is it my oldest listens to him and not me? Why do I have guilt when I ask their father to do something for them after he gets home from work, and why do I have to instruct him on what to do when the house is trashed and I need help to clean it? Why can't he just look around and pick something to clean?Why doesn't it occur to him that after a day of being drooled on pooped on climbed on and spit up on I may not feel like a sex goddess and that after being clung to all day I want my space?Why is it that the "most rewarding job" leaves me feeling taken for granted, misunderstood and completely frustrated?