I'm home with DS every afternoon (I work 8-12) and every time he comes to me with "Mama, let's play trains/dragons/farm-and-you-be-a-sheep" I sort of, well, kind of...want to scream a little bit! I don't mind doing projects, reading stories, doing puzzles, coloring, play-doh, etc., but the other stuff...I honestly have to force myself to do it. And there's so much to do at home; all the laundry, dishes, general tidying, etc, fall to me as I'm home in the afternoon, that I'm always saying "when I'm done with (blank) I'll have time to pretend to be a cat!"
DH, on the other hand, can pretend to hunt for dragons for hours (well, a few hours anyway, as he gets home at 6 and DS goes to bed at 8) and I just do not have it in me.
So give it to me straight, mumsnetters, am I an awful, impatient parent?