I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this. I think I just need to rant because I don't want to say it out loud, the words would hurt me to say and all I would think of is DC's little face...
I have just been offered a new job that will pay me 40k (pr), working 4 days a week. DC has additional needs and this takes up a lot of time with appointments etc. His dad is not hands on and works FT in London so can't help juggle. In fairness, his job really doesn't have any flexibility. My job role only really exists in bigger cities or where there are big companies about.
I can't take the job. I applied in dream mode, knew I could do the job but didn't think I'd get it. I've got it. But I'll have to let it go 
At the moment I work PT in a lower paid role that doesn't really match the skill set I have. I'm bored. But I know being there for DC is so important and the thought of letting him down tears me apart.
I'm just so done with it all. DC doesn't speak, can't understand me. He is almost 3 yet we are in complete baby mode, it's like a mobile baby that doesn't understand, interact or look at you. I love DC but I want to cry at how life has turned out for me. He won't play with me, won't even look at me mostly. He needs constant attention, high needs.
I asked his nursery about increasing his hours before the Covid stuff started and they told me it wasn't a good idea, he wasn't suited to it etc.
Even things like going on holiday don't work. Everything we try gets ruined by him. We can't do anything nice. Even a simple family holiday didn't work, DC hates it all. Only really happy in his own house. I like to get out and about, it helps me cope. But DC struggles with this.
My parents are in Wales now so can't help with anything. His dad's parents are deceased, God bless them. His dad has a lovely step mum but she's busy with a job she is often working 6 days a week.
I just feel so burnt out and that worries me, because the real hard work hasn't even started yet. He's still only a baby.
The thought of telling any employer that I'll need all this time away and flexible options for appointments fills me with dread. I have no life.
We cope fine financially but it's just 'fine'. We could be doing so well if I went back to my career.
I hate this life. I feel like life is so restricted. I'm 22. I'm too young for this rubbish. Argh, it's hard 