@Plastictrees you possibly missed my saying that I do think I am quite depressed at the moment. I can see things objectively if you like and recognise they won’t be like this forever but ‘long enough’ is my feeling.
I work Mondays, Tuesdays and Fridays. Mondays and Tuesdays and Fridays I get up, get the children ready, teeth brushed, dressed, out of the door and to nursery. It’s always a rush but in many ways that’s the easy part, they are fed and cared for there. I then go onto work myself, it’s a frantic job with no breaks to speak of, finish work, back to collect children, home, they are tired, fretful, squabbly, clingy, whiny. Bath time and out of bath, pyjamas, teeth, stories, a thousand squabbles, finally in bed around half seven, and down I come to the carnage that is my house, I also have work to do myself in that time, collapse exhausted into bed, then the night shift starts.
And then it starts again.
I gave a hit of help on Friday, usually, and I know I should not call it help, but I don’t know what else to say. DH usually works from home. Wednesdays and Thursdays should be theoretically a break and yes it’s nice not having to charge out of the house, we do groups and little activities they enjoy and I’m not a monster, of course I enjoy seeing them having fun and they are adorable and loving and loved. But it’s relentless. They take toys off each other, scream, slap one another, tell tales ‘DD pushed me … DD hit me …’ it goes quiet and I find them both immersed in the cupboard under the stairs trashing it or they are in a bedroom being adorable listening to the tonie box and I’m thinking how sweet then someone cries or wails or there is a thud of doom. Even if I start something I can’t finish it. I have absolutely no time for me. I do get that I wouldn’t have much but no time to read, be still and calm, breathe, none.
I’d probably be OK with that but I’m so tired and I think that’s why I’m a bit depressed. She slept through a few times last week after some sleep training (only gentle before anyone annihilates me) and I thought I’d cracked it but she’s waking up again, I’m not sure what to do really. Most nights I only get 4-5 hours and it’s broken. I look grey and washed out, circles under my eyes, I’m snappy and emotional and quick to be offended and upset which is a complete antithesis of the person I was before. I was always chilled, laid back, shrug it off. But the years of bad sleep have taken their toll.
so this is partly depression talking. I know, objectively, soon I’ll have two school age children, I’ll have time, I’ll have a bit more peace, I’ll have an easier time of things, nappies, pushchairs, high chairs and sippy cups will be gone, never to return, my head knows this. My heart - not so much.