May sound a bit melodramatic but I mean in the sense that I get up, school run, cleaning, school pick up, cooking, more cleaning, exhausting bedtime routine (two DC’s under 6yrs that share a room)...
Sit and look at my empty bank balance/debts, look at my shitty council house that I’m trapped in and it’s the same every day like Groundhog Day.
The entire time being screamed at by two smaller versions of me, one with autism. Surely this isn’t it
I get that I chose to have kids but I didn’t think there would be no enjoyment left (apart from the little moments with them of course! But I mean day-to-day living)
Aibu to think there must people out there genuinely happy most of the time
And if so... how do you do it?! 