I mean I love them but I am just absolutely over being a mum right now.
I have four year old twins. Dad buggered off when they were 15 months old and now has nothing to do with us (save sending his maintenance every month, which barely touches the sides)
I'm fed up with the constant exhaustion, the never ending heart racing anxiety of trying to get everything organised, remember everything and keep them alive. I'm fed up with never having time to relax cos once they're in bed I've got the house to tidy/stuff to sort out. Then it's 10pm and I've got to go to bed myself. I'm fed up with the isolation of being a lone parent. I'm fed up with always having to consider them first, every fucking time. I'm fed up of being grumpy and short tempered and worrying I'm a shit mum who's going to scar them for life. They've had me awake since 5.30am and I've got to go to work for ten hours later on. I don't even know how I'm going to get through my shift without crying.
It's just endless and relentless. Now Christmas is on the way and I feel every more pressure to make stuff perfect for them. It's just all such bullshit. This will be my life for God knows how many fucking years yet. I can't do it!