I have a a very very small terrace house with no garden, 2 small boys and another on the way soon. Its my own fault, we bought at the very height of the boom here, thinking we could trade up in a few years, but are now stuck as its worth half what we paid for it.
Its in a nice location, and is a pretty little house, but I feel so trapped here. I feel like the walls are closing in on me and there is nowhere to put anything and its always a mess. I can't imagine where we are going to put any more stuff when the baby comes!
MY OH tells me its disgraceful to complain when half the world is in real poverty in tin shacks and mud huts, and at least our children have warm beds and full stomachs. Does make me a little ashamed of myself, but I can't help obsessing over it. Doesn't help any that I have no money to bring the kids to fun places and no energy to do free things with them like long walks on the beach (this pregnancy is a tough one)
So a YABU and a kick in the arse needed?