Growing resentment

I just want to abandon my family sometimes. I can’t even go to bed at a decent hour without my baby wailing. He’s ebf so I have to drag myself out of bed to go nurse him. My husband rolls over and falls asleep literally within two fucking minutes. And then I have to deal with his snoring. I hate him for that. I think I’m burnt out. I just don’t think I can do another load of laundry without going insane. Or wash the same dishes. Or brush my children’s’ teeth. Or hear them cry. I don’t want to cook. I don’t even want to scramble eggs or make pbj sandwiches. I’m just so tired. I just feel dead inside. I wish I could find my earplugs so I don’t have to hear my husband snore or my baby cry.