Oh snowy I feel your pain. And I hope, if nothing else, all the posts above give you a feeling of solidarity. Some of them have lectured about how you've got yourself into this mess, lazy kids, start them on a chore rota now...Yes, you should try. But sometimes it is just easier and quicker to do it yourself and when you're bone tired the last thing you want is a stand off with a screaming teen...A lot easier if you've been firm from the beginning, but you haven't, so. Am in similar position with 19 year old DS with Asperger's who's just dropped out of Uni and is back home...I have mollycoddled him, I know, but it's really tricky to undo.
As well as DS, have got 14 month old twins now. I know the feeling of life stretching in front of you. For me, that's starting again. As my GP put it, it must feel like you got to 99 on the Snakes and Ladders board, and then slid down the snake right back to the start. That's a horrible thing to think/say about the blessing that is twins, but...it's true. Motherhood can be boring, frustrating, tiring, thankless, dull, lonely. But we present a face to the world like we'd just stepped out of a Boden shoot, despite being pretty often on the brink of tears or minor violence.
The same GP once said to me that PND, beyond its medical root, actually seems quite a rational reaction to our lot.
So...try to see what you can do to chivvy up chores, using bribery where necessary. But a frank, non-blamey, just 'I am feeling a bit sad about everything, when I was a girl I thought life would be exciting' explanation.
Take the same tack with DH. Not reprimanding. Just saying how listless you are. And in order not to take it out on him and the kids, you need to have time out, and time to do something for you.
That latter is critical. And it's not just about having your nails done (lovely as that is). The EXCELLENT Nan's advice above about having something to look forward to (which could be nails) but also SOMETHING WHICH CHALLENGES.
I'm about to write a blog post about motherhood and identity, because I think it's a killer. Sometimes literally so. I have a double first from Oxford and the highlight of my day is going to Tesco or Cheshire Life arriving. I had an 18 year career in advertising in London, but now we've relocated for DPs work and there's nothing for me to do here. Nothing.
I've spent 8 months wallowing in it, but it's up to me. I'm insisting on time out NOT to go to Mums and Toddlers groups, that's part of my day job, not a treat - but time out to be adventurous. And it's all about having something to fight for. Something that defines YOU. Something that people coming for dinner can ask you about rather than the cursory 'how are the kids' you get when you're 'just' a Mum.
So, am learning to drive (terrifying, but necessary, and will give me independence), have joined the local Labour Party and am thinking about running for some sort of office, and am writing a book. And, get this, have just booked a week long tutored writing retreat in the Autumn WITHOUT ASKING PERMISSION. DP doesn't ask if he's going on a work trip, we just sort it out. This is my new work, seeing as his job means I can't have a normal one.
Rant over. I hope things get better snowy and you have the strength and the time and the energy sometimes to feel a little bit of joy. Tke care x