I just feel like a crap mother. I have two boys - the little one is 17 months (nearly 18 months old) and the bigger one will be 6 in June. The little one just follows me around all day shouting and screaming, and wrecking the house. All he wants to do is climb up and down the fucking stairs. All.Day. Whilst the older one tries to repair his countless lego toys and gets frustrated because I can't stop what I'm doing watching the little one to help him.
I spent most of today sitting on the landing where I can see both of them in their various worlds (little one climbing up and down the small stairs to our room and bigger one in his room fixing lego.) House is a complete shithole. Toys, piles of washing everywhere. I have worn the same clothes for three days. Don't see the point anymore. Haven't cooked dinner. Haven't got any money. Not sure what world I'm in but I don't fucking like it.
I'm hungry, I haven't eaten properly today. Feel so sad and crap as a parent. I feel I neglect the bigger boy because the little boy needs me SO MUCH. I also have feelings of sadness and frustration that I'm not able to make them happy. I feel guilty, and so alone in this shitshow that is motherhood. Alongside the great love I have for my boys is deep frustration as well. I thought having a family would be more of an enjoyable experience. Perhaps I was naive. I feel that the burden of parenting does fall squarely on the woman's shoulder's, and that's not to say my husband doesn't do his part - he does, but he's got to progress his career, and continues with his life in a very linear fashion whilst I..........sit on the fucking landing wishing I could be happier. I don't feel like I'm enjoying this and that makes me sad. I just feel exhausted, crap and lonely. And strung out.
I think I've failed at this parenting lark. Everyone else seems to be bossing it. I don't want to spend my life on the landing in tears. This is failure on an epic scale surely