Hello,
I feel awful for admitting this but I hate every single moment of being a parent. I love my children more than anything and I would do anything for them…and I do actually, but if I could run away without guilt I would do it in a heartbeat.
I used to love being a mum. I’m a good one. I had a terrible childhood and I was badly neglected and emotionally and physically abused, so I go above and beyond and make sure my own dc never ever experience what I did or how I felt.
I understand that as a parent your whole life revolves around dc and you don’t get any days off, but I just don’t have anything left to give. My dh is more than hands on and an equal parent in every way and does more than his fair share of the house chores and mental load. That’s not the issue. It’s the relentlessness of it. There is not a minute of any day that I can sit uninterrupted. I am either at work or with dc and doing stuff for them. When I’m sat in the living room they are glued to me and constantly chattering. I know that I need to give them some time where I am fully present, but I am running on empty and I don’t have anything left to give, so I can never get enough energy to do it.
I see friends who have family help and they get nights away or uninterrupted time and they seem much happier. We don’t have anyone willing to have dc and have never had time away in 13 years. We paid for the odd babysitter a couple of times but it’s only for a couple of hours.
Even when dh is with the dc so I can get downtime I am so utterly exhausted and overwhelmed that all I can do is sit frozen and I don’t feel a benefit. I’m always anticipating the short time being over and being back to never getting a single second. Me and dh are no longer a couple, but simply two parents who happen to be married, I can’t remember the last time we had an uninterrupted conversation and by the time the dc are in bed we both crash.
No amount of sleep seems to be able to fix the level of exhaustion I feel.
I just want each day to end so I can sleep and I feel anxious about the next. The guilt I feel when I do sit down to do something for myself makes the time just as exhausting and not worth it. I can’t help feeling this way. I no longer take care of myself and I go days without showers as I simply can’t be bothered as a dc will inevitably shout to me through the door and I know they will be waiting there for me and follow me to my room. Every time I do anything, I have to break off a million times to do something for dc or watch them do something. I haven’t had an adult conversation in years. My dc are actually lovely and quite well behaved.
I have felt this way for so long. I am on antidepressants. I want to enjoy parenthood again but I can’t see a cure to this. I’m just so sick of it. So so sick of having to do stuff for other people day in day out without a single break in years.