I adore my two children, 6 and 1 but feel burnt out and exhausted most of the time. I often feel envious of grandparents who can be involved with their children and grandchildren and then retreat to a peaceful home and full nights sleep after spending time with them. I have obsessive thoughts about how nice this must be. Today we have a Christmas meal with extended family at a restaurant. I’ll be wrangling the kids and the doing the bedtime routine, feeding them, up in the night and awake at 5am. The grandparents can be a part of their lives and then go home stick the telly on and please themselves. I’m so envious about it! My aunt said something like she was going to have a bubble bath and a glass of wine when she got in - it sounds like pure heaven to me but so far away from my life. I guess I feel a bit trapped in this responsibility. Can anyone relate?