I don’t work Fridays and I’m dreading the next three days when DC aged five and two will both be at home (apart from school tomorrow for the eldest). The screaming, the mess, the tantrums, the chaos, the constant go-go-go. I can’t even blame an absent DH - he’s here, he’s 50-50, I couldn’t ask for more from him. And yet here I am, praying for Monday morning when I can go back to work and things are calm and peaceful. The irony is, I have quite a stressful job and I still find it easier than being with the kids.
I love my children but honestly I’m wishing the months and years away until they’re both a bit older and life feels a bit calmer.
Tell me I’m not the only person feeling like this :-(