DS isn’t even that challenging by general standards. I am embarrassed to admit that he’s quite chilled and yet I utterly despair having to have a full day with him. I find it so frustrating. DP is working this weekend so he left before ds woke and will be back after he’s in bed
being elbowed or head butted from all the bouncing around
being unable to concentrate in a shop and having to watch his every move in case he grabs something or runs off (he doesn’t like the trolley seat)
being unable to chat to my friend for more than 5 minutes when meeting up with her and her child as it’s constant wanting my attention
clearing up. Toys, food, mess. Sick of it.
not being able to have silence from questions unless the tv is on which I try and avoid.
spending money just to get through the day. Staying at home all day not an option as the house would be an absolute state.
I honestly cannot fathom how I will ever look back on this and wish I was still in it. As a baby it was so easy in comparison. I feel like I’m at work with no break for 13 hours.
Of course there are lovely moments and I’ve had some lovely moments today but 90% or the time it’s been an absolute fucking slog. Am I missing something? How can people enjoy this?!