Coming to the end of a week off of much awaited annual leave where once again, I come to realise I'm happier when I'm at work. It feels so horrible to say this but I just don't enjoy living with our three year old DS. His constant tantrums, nagging and whinging has reached a point where it is just so draining and exhausting. My mental health is falling through the floor. I honestly can't remember the last time I had a day where I felt happy
. There might be parts of a day that are ok because we go out for a nice walk or he may have a couple of hours where he's at that optimum level of not being tired, bored, hungry etc. But the vast majority of the time, life just feels like one long endurance test both physically and mentally.
It's effecting my older DD too who is 8. She gets frustrated by his tantrums and the way he tends to bulldoze in and ruin anything she wants to do. She then ends up lashing out at him and gets told off too.
Mine and DH relationship is becoming non existent. It's like we are just surviving..both exhausted and stressed and sick to death of the daily grind of work, childcare plus some fairly major work we are having to do on our house which we can't put on hold as at the point of no return now and it's a mess. There's next to no downtime. We've not had a child free night since before DS was born. The grandparents won't have DS until he is less of a handful and tbh they aren't young and I would feel too worried that they were struggling with him.
Earlier today I was in tears yet again because after 5 hours of almost constant tantrums over every little thing I just couldn't take anymore. DH always shares the load but today busy doing building work which I don't want to delay as that's another aspect of our lives that is stressful right now and the sooner it's finished the better. I ended up cuddling DS both of us in tears until he eventually gave in and fell asleep as sometimes only a nap will help reset his mood. I found myself thinking how much happier we were as a family before we had him. How bloody awful is that
. He was so wanted and I love him but I just feel so done with parenting. I don't even think I'm very good at it tbh because otherwise I wouldn't be hating it so much would I?
I don't really know what I'm asking here tbh. Survival tips? Because I'm sinking. Really, really sinking 