Sometimes, I hate being a mum. Of never, ever, getting a break. Ever. Not at friend's houses (I have no friends, thanks to my lovely but super high needs DS who needs constant attention), no toddler groups (high energy DS means no casual tea and chats), no babysitting family members (they all live far away). No dates, no movies, no restaurants, no coffee shops. Of 5 hours broken sleep a night. Every night. For two years. No adult conversation. Ever. 5 minutes on the phone with mum doesn't count. No lie ins, ever. No friends, no time off, no mental space to simply....breath. I love my children, but.....Sometimes, I hate being a mum. What's your confession?
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