My son is 4 and he bores me to tears. I'm not depressed, I love him more than I can describe and he is in no way neglected as I meet all his needs.
I just don't enjoy doing any of it. I'm just playing a part when I'm with him. Pretending to enjoy playing with him, pretending to enjoy his conversation. Truth is I'm just not a maternal person and in hindsight I probably would have been better off not becoming a mother.
I don't regret him now he's here but I'd not have got pregnant if I'd known what having a child would be like. I don't know why I had one as I always found children boring. I was always that person who didn't cat when a co worker brought their newborn baby into work. 
I work full time and love my job. I'm generally a happy person who loves my friends and family.
I can't wait for him to grow up so he's able to have interesting conversations and is more independent.
AIBU to say I'm a pretty awful mum?
I don't think I can change but I've come to accept it now. My Son is here now.