Jesus, I feel a bitch even writing that title. But I couldn't think of anything succinct enough to describe what I mean.
Name changed but long term prowler. Two kids under five. Eldest just started school, little one almost three. Work three days as a teacher, husband works full time and has a big commute. So morning and after scho drop offs and care is me. I get them up, dressed and breakfasted and to school/child minder and pre school. I then either go to work or come home with little one. Slight background is that eldest was conceived with help via doctors and test tubes and years of intervention, and youngest wasn't. So I feel so incredibly grateful for these two miracles and I love them.... Well words cannot describe. I suffer from bouts of depression and anxiety. I just feel like it would be easier to work full time. I don't necessarily enjoy being at home with the kids now. I'm do e baking and colouring in and gluing pipe cleaners to bits of paper. But neither could I work full time. We have no on the spot, regular help. Just me and husband. AIBU to just want to be at work where I have some peace, adult conversations and a piss in peace?!!!