I have an 18 month old and went back to work FT at the beginning of January after a small period of being a SAHM.
I made the decision to return FT for financial reasons and because I thought it was the best thing for DD. We never left the house when I was a SAHM. Very occasional trips to the supermarket or if my DM came and took us out, but that was it. I felt I was failing because DD never got to go outside during the day. I felt like I was holding her back.
I thought if I went back to work FT she would be better off at Nursery. She would get to do much more and be stimulated, etc. I wouldn't be there to hold her back.
I so wanted to be a SAHM. I wanted to take DD for walks, go the park, soft play, play with her, bake, paint, etc. The reality was that we did none of those things.
Even now she's at Nursery, I feel like when she's with me, I'm still holding her back because I'm so anxious. I never let her just be because I'm so worried about her hurting herself. I don't enjoy my time with her because I'm just sitting there, a complete mess whilst she runs around the room, bloody petrified she's going to hurt herself. I only enjoy it when she's asleep or sitting down on my lap, etc. Which is practically never. She hates sitting still. Always wants to be running around playing.
I hate work. I'm struggling to adjust to working full time, running a home and parenting DD. I just can't cope. I hate my job. It's a rubbish job that anyone can do and yet it's stressful, with management putting on lots of pressure. I like my colleagues and even sometimes enjoy doing my job but but mentally, I struggle to cope with the hours, the socialising.
My family says I'm not happy no matter what. I wasn't happy as a SAHM. I'm not happy working. Which, I suppose is true.
I just feel so ruddy miserable and stressed all of the time. I miss DD so much when I'm at work but at the same time it's a relief not to worry about her. I keep thinking I should quit my job, suffer through and it'll be easier when DD gets bigger but DH won't entertain the idea and I suspect he is probably right.
I can't be what everyone wants and needs me to be. I can't be a good Mum. I can't give my all to my job. The stress just writing this makes me feel ill. DH ends up doing most of the housework and cooking after work because I honestly just cant cope. I cant explain it. But that's adds to my guilt and my feelings of failure.
I didn't cope very well at school either. I didn't go very often. I hated it. There wasn't a particular reason, I wasn't bullied or disliked, I wasn't bothered by the work but just having to go every day made me feel ill like I couldn't cope. That's quite similar to how I feel about work.
I just don't know what to do. I keep trying to change and be better at everything but I fail at everything all the time.