Oh god I relate to this. But I had my first at 41 and my second at 43 so I was already entering a phase of gentle decline 😆 I'm now 45 and I cannot shake this bone shattering fatigue. It hits me around 5pm, my body just droops, and my ankles ache to the point where I sometimes have to lie down after dinner (and I used to have all the energy in the world). I worry that my children see a lazy parent when I want to be as active as I know I am.
I really want to get back in shape, not necessarily for the 'look' (although I can't lie, I'd love to look better too) but mainly because I feel good when I am physical (proper physical, not running around after toddler or cleaning the house physical), but I cannot find the time or motivation.
My skin is starting to get that crepe look (I'm looking at you, neck), my eyes feel smaller, and my make up style has changed because too much eyeliner now makes me look angry, and that's when I have the time to do it anyway. I cut my hair super short after I had my first because it turned so brittle, and now I want to grow it back so I'm in an in between stage where I look like Justin Bieber and then I think "will I ever look feminine again?" I just feel a bit ugly. And this is all despite being completely in awe of women and our bodies and what we do before, during and after childbirth, and rail against the injustices of society telling us to look a certain way! It seems I talk the talk but not walk the walk.
I'm jealous of everyone who is comforting themselves with thoughts of having a happy 40s, for while it was true for me (before having kids I knew I would LOVE my 40s) I'm in the thick of it, so likely won't feel like myself until I'm 60 (no shade intended, I have no fear of ageing, but it just feels a long way away!) Topping that off is I'm probably my going to separate from my husband soon (another story) so I'm dreading all of that too - I know it's possible to find love as an older woman, obviously, but I've not had much luck to date, and time is running out!
Having said all of that, while I am mentally and physically drained, and have got a bit impatient and snappy with all the fatigue and emotional overload, I do feel I have come into my own in terms of wisdom and knowledge and understanding of life... I am a better person for having children, can see more clearly, and in days of yore would have become a wise woman, I'm sure, making potions for the neighbours and creating a matriarchal commune on a mountain somewhere 😆
Hmmm. I think I needed that vent, the first time I've put in words how I'm feeling about myself right now.