Hi, sorry if this is a bit long but I need some advice on how to not hate being a sahm. Now don't get me wrong I absolutely adore my ds (18 months old) and I wouldn't change him for the world but ever since I was a little kid I said I never wanted to be a sahm. I always had plenty of respect for them because I think they (I suppose we now!) do an amazing job but all I ever wanted to do was cook. I was a chef before my ds was born and in culinary school to progress to high end dining when I fell pregnant unexpectedly. I absolutely loved my job and loved college, my life was amazing and I really felt like I was finally getting somewhere with my life (after a couple of years of honestly, bumming around being a useless teenager/ young adult with no responsibility or liability). I even had a decent job lined up for me after I graduated with not awful hours and halfway decent pay (for a chef). But having my ds has ended all of that. I couldn't take the job I had lined up because ds would only have been a few weeks old when I was supposed to start so that's down the pan. Now unless I was working about 45 hours a week we couldn't afford nursery or a childminder. Ds doesn't get free nursery until he's 3 because my partner earns too much but most of his wages go on the mortgage. I have tried joining mummy groups, and making mummy friends, but no one there ever seems to want to know me, I've been going to these since ds was 3 months old and I still don't have any new friends and none that live near me, we've been going since he was three months old. i can't help but think there must be something inherently unpleasant about me?
I have tried everything I can think of but I just don't feel like me anymore, I HATE the drudgery of being a sahm and feel like my life isn't my own anymore, like I have no control over anything that I do and all I ever do is clean and cook (which I like but home cooking is v dif to cooking in restaurants) and go to baby groups (which I loathe but ds loves)
I used to be such a happy go lucky woman who loved life and now I think to myself every day 'i hate my life I hate my life I hate my life'.
Again sorry for the long post and thank you for reading so far.
I think I just needed to get this out there but I love my son and hate my lifestyle and I honestly don't know what I can do about it