YANBU. DS 9 months has his second round of gastroenteritis following a tummy bug 2 weeks ago (last time it lasted 6 weeks, 3 sets of clothes a day, plus bedding...), and a stinking cold, and teething with fever. He's also just starting to cruise and get really mobile, and refusing at every nap until he ko's from sheer exhaustion, and waking 2+ hours in a night where he used to sleep through.
DH has norovirus and been bedridden off work, I have a stomach bug but not quite so bad. We are going away for a fortnight from next weekend, the house is a state, literally everything needs washed. Washed AGAIN I mean, it's been 2-3 loads of disgusting soiled stuff a day for the last 2 weeks.
I do love DS obviously, but dear god it's hard to feel it first when life is this hard. Call me naive, but I didn't realise I was signing myself up for this amount of shit being a mum. (I mean drudgery, but shit is currently appropriate ...) I've spent the last few days dreaming about former normal, where I could curl up under a duvet until I felt better, instead of having to give what I haven't got left to keep everything else running.
It's fucking relentless and thankless.
I just realised I need to get my mum a super big present for Christmas.