They aren’t of course not all the time anyway but my god are they hard work sometimes.
Aged 2 and 3 - today the older one winged in the car to soft play that he hated it and wanted to go somewhere else. The younger one spent the whole time we were there trying to escape or make his way behind the counter at the cafe. Tantrums from both.
My back really fucking hurts from having to manhandle them (eg picking up dc2 and replanting them away from the cafe).
I fantasise about when I was working and had lunch breaks, didn’t get shouted at, spat at, poo’d on and got to sit down and unwind for a hour uninterrupted when I got home.
Younger dc had his 2 year check and is apparently overweight and has underdeveloped communication skills.
Older dc is unable to do anything by themselves and is so bloody wilful.
I feel like I’m shit at this job and wish I could hand in my resignation! I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing most of the time and I’m just making it up as I go along.