I'm fed up. DC is testing me so much and I just want to sit in a dark room and sob.
But I can't do that. I can't even sit without having to get up and stop DC from doing stupid shit, despite 'baby proofing' the house.
It's joyless and I feel like I've lost my soul.
I'd never be without DC and my love is so so strong, I'd die for DC. But I don't enjoy parenthood and I'm fucking fed up. It's boring and relentless. But unfortunately not the type of boring where you sit and do nothing. The type of boring where you're forced to do mundane and annoying tasks until the little dictator goes to sleep.
I've always quite liked parenthood until now - I found it very breezy. Then 18 months hit. I want to leave and never return
Syaft a new life. But I wouldn't because I just love DC too much. And annoyingly, something within me makes me put their absolute everything before myself (not in an unhealthy way, I take care of me too).
I often wish I never became a Mum. Is this normal?
I can't see why anyone would choose to do this again. I would happily abort a surprise pregnancy, no questions asked.