I have two children, one is four and one is twenty months. I work three days a week when they are at nursery. Husband is often away in the week; he’s away now but even if he’s not he leaves just ss they’re up and comes back after they are in bed or nearly in bed. Weekends … well. I either have one child while he has the other, or we do something as a family, or I have both children while he does something essential tasks that need doing. These times seem to be getting more frequent.
So to cut a long story short I am never free.
If I go through today as a for instance, it’s a day I work so I get up at 6, get showered and dressed, DS woke at quarter past six and DD not long after, gave them both a bit of breakfast, got them dressed and teeth brushed etc, off to nursery, work myself 8-4, pick them up from nursery about 420, stopped at the shops for milk and things so home just before 5, they played and watched a bit of TV before the long bath and bed routine starts, in bed for half seven, I clear up downstairs (bloody needed it) then go to bed myself, DD wakes at midnight and just got her down … she may stay asleep and she may not, her sleep is unpredictable at best
DD is being very, very challenging at the moment, a lot of tantrums. I do try to stay calm but when you’re on your seventh tantrum in as many minutes because of some random thing it’s so draining and I don’t have any reserves left.
I’m so lonely and isolated with them; days off are pure survival and days in work I feel like I do a shift before and after work. And I dread weekends to be totally honest.
I feel like in so many ways we probably bit off more than we could chew with having DD … I loved her so much at first I’d have walked through fire but now nearly two years on the lack of sleep and the stress of parenting two children makes me feel like maybe we did make a mistake. I’m so down with it. Can’t see a way out.