I have three kids, aged 11, 7 and 6. Me and my partner work full time.
Lately, I've been dreading going home. I'm tired and fed up. I know the moment I walk through the door, the kids will be arguing and crying over something stupid, dinner will be needing to be cooked or it's already done but they're all crying about whatever it is.
I'm on annual leave this week and I'm hating it already. The kids argue over everything, I've had to get them bathed and ready for school tomorrow. My downstairs is a tip, I have tons of dirty laundry and I just don't have the energy. It's my birthday today and honestly it's been the worst one ever because all the kids have done is argue.
I'm on the verge of tears and just saying I'm done and walking out. There is nothing enjoyable about parenthood right now. I hate it. I'm snapping at everyone, and I know it's not fair. But I'm tired, I'm fed up and I don't want to wake up tomorrow and do the same mundane shit as I've done today