This is me 100% within the last 6 months, a.k.a when my DS stopped sitting still 
I just find the whole thing a huge pain in the arse, and incredibly boring.
But I love him so so much, his little face is just picture perfect. He's adorable.
I just cba with the practicalities! I found it all so amazing when he was really tiny, but that's because he never moved 
I have so much to be thankful for. He's gorgeous and has been an amazing
Sleeper from day 1. No sleep deprivation. Nothing like that.
But he was an early crawler, an early walker. He's coming up for one and I can't stop getting emotional about it, but at the same time, I can't wait for him to up sticks! Both thoughts go through my head at the same time. What a psycho crazy person I've become.
I just don't like the day in day out caring for someone else like this. It's draining. I don't take any joy in seeing him have fun. I just want to get on with grown up stuff.
Is this normal?
I always knew I only wanted one DC, and I was very right. 1 is plenty