So I’m going to say it here. I wish I only had one child. And I wish it was the second. if I could live my life again and know that if I conceived at X time it would be my second I’d have just had her.
I am so ashamed of the thought but it won’t go away. At the moment the two of them are destroying me. I find DS (my older one) so very difficult: argumentative and rude and defiant. He has good qualities too but doesn’t listen to me and doesn’t engage with me. I know it’s my parenting that’s done that. Life is such hard work with him and DD combined, two baths and bedtimes, two dinners to nag to eat, meeting different needs on my days off with them. I long for the relative straightforwardness of just one. And that thought wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t for the horrible realisation that I know which one I’d have again.
I wish I could press a button and not feel like this.