Oh god OP. The early years were so very very dull.
If you’ve had a career and/or traveled widely (even if you haven’t!) and then suddenly you find yourself singing the wheels on the bus for the millionth time it’s completely normal to feel like you’re going insane at points.
These years are long slow and tedious, repetitive and exhausting to boot. It’s exhausting to love so much and yet feel so unenthralled by yet another day of tedium. You know you are the best person to do it, you know you can’t outsource any of this and yet sometimes, a break would have been very nice.
I hated the early years and it messed with my mental health.
I adored my children and loved with all my heart. But it was very dull.
It’s so much better as they get older. You can go to museums, get on planes and ferries, actually DO stuff without taking the kitchen sink with you.
And they get even older then and they become fascinating conversation partners and truly wonderful interesting fun brilliant companions for all sorts of things and life’s adventures.
Hang in there, it’s early days. It WILL get better.