I really need some words of encouragement. I have two gorgeous children, a DS of 2.5 years and a DD of 7 months. But at the moment I am having to stop myself from walking out on them and my husband. I feel that I am just useless at childcare and being a wife. The main problem is that my DD doesn't sleep. She goes down in her cot for about 20 minutes at around 7.30pm, then wakes up. I pick her up and comfort her, and think she is sound asleep, but as soon as I put her back in the cot she wakes up and cries. So I've been getting her to sleep on the sofa while I get on with a few things, then get ready for bed and take her into bed with me and sleep holding her in my arms. It's the only way to get any sleep. This is exactly how my DS was at the same age. He sleeps now but he wakes in the night so I take him into bed when I go to bed to save me getting up. My husband works away during the week and at weekends sleeps in the spare room. So it's obviously not ideal. I've just really shouted at my daughter and put her into her cot and she's screaming now but I need some time away from her. My DS doesn't help by being naughty but only with me. Then I lose my temper with him and feel like a horrible, shit mother. Then I get myself into a vicious circle of thinking really negative thoughts like I wish I'd never had them, I found it so boring and demoralising sometimes, I wish I had the guts to just walk out of the house, get on a train somewhere and just leave them or fake my own death. Then I feel horrible and disgusting and think I should just make the most of it as I know I'll look back and wish for them to be little again. My husband has a very high pressure job and this seems to be the justification for him not doing a single thing to help me. At weekends I have to creep around him while he has a rest. I don't know what to do with the kids. They should have their own room but we're moving house yet again soon, then my parents and sister-in-law and her kids are coming to stay for 2 months, so we will all be crammed in one room again, so what's the point? Sometimes I think I should go to the GP and say I can't cope but deep down I'm frightened the children will be taken away from me. I don't feel I can discuss this with my husband because he is very stoical and thinks you should just get over mental difficulties and get on with it. Which is perhaps what I should do but I know I need help.