I realise there's probably no easy solution to my problems, I just want to vent, and see if anyone has similar experiences.
I just feel so stressed. I work 4 days a week, have a 6 month old baby who's teething and has taken to irregular sleeping patterns. My average day involves getting up at 6am to feed him, putting him back to bed while I get ready for work and pack both of our bags for the day. I drop him off at nursery, then go to work to start at 9.30. I take a half hour lunch at finish at 4pm, then run for the train, run to the gym, swim for 30 mins, and run to the nursery. Get home, try and squeeze in feeding and bath before ds falls asleep. Also quickly tidy the house and make dinner. DP gets home at 7pm (having left at 7am) He sometimes manages to see his son for half an hour before bedtime. We usually fall into bed about 10pm, and each have to get up several times a night to see to ds. Although I never have a spare second, I could totally cope, as long as I could have a bit more sleep at the weekend. I have always thrived on stress, but ds has only started being difficult recently. From 2-5 months, he was an absolute dream, sleeping all night and I wasn't working, so I got to spend loads of time with him and still had a spotless house. One of the main problems is money - we're about £300 short every month, and that's for non-optional expenses. We had savings, so we're not in debt yet. The only real solution is to work more, however, I feel like I could fall over as it is! We've taken a mortgage payment holiday, so we're ok for the short term, but we've also got a wedding to pay for. Between my travel and childcare, I'm spending more than I earn, but if I didn't work, I wouldn't get tax credits. I've always been a very calm positive person, even when ds was first born. I'm now finding myself crying if I spill rice on the floor, and just wanting to smash things up. I never take it out on people, only on things!
To top this off (sorry this is so long!) sex has become a bit of an issue. Dp and I are as close as we've ever been, and are very loving and supportive to each other during this difficult time. However, I just keep getting flashbacks to my 40-hour-constantly-being-interfered-with-ultimately-forceps-delivery-and-many-many-stitches labour. Although I got over the trauma pretty quickly, I just can't bear to be touched like that any more.
Again, apologies for the rant. It was as much about me writing everything down as getting some replies!