I was a sahm (just got autocorrected to sham!!) for about 7 years with the kids.
Went back to work in April and love it.
I thought it would give me an appreciation of the weekend because before it doesn't really matter (it being the weekend and all).
But now it's worse.
The endless fighting, mess, requests for fucking snacks. Endless thinking about what to do. Sat in when raining.
The guilt of too much Xbox and iPad.
The guilt of not wanting to get out for a walk in our lovely countryside...
Did I mention the fighting? Mess? Endless hunger?!
I cannot wait to get back to the working/school routine on a Monday morning.
I also seem be so sick of them- kids, husband.
Touched out. Noised out. I'm currently the spare room trying to find peace and decompress.
They're out in the hall fighting and calling each other bum cheeks.
I want to resign from this job of being a mum. It's not for me.
They are 4,6,7.
Husband works away during the week and is home weekends.