Heres an idea - sometimes when I'm losing the plot I think about the things that made me happy in the past (not as morbid as it sounds)....I think about the single life, no kids, no DH, no commitments....if I'm honest, was truly great, I loved it. Lived in a rented flat in a beautiful village, attached to an old manor house with pool and tennis court. I used to go out when I felt like it, get REALLY drunk and take whoever home I fancied (!!!!!gosh meeely, u so naughty).
Weird as it seems it's nice to reflect....I got used to my own company and I actually like being alone sometimes. In fact for my 30th, next year I want DH to send me to Scotland on my own to stay in a lovely hotel, so I can just be alone....I am really looking forward to it.
Don't get me wrong, love my boys with a passion, such a deep love you can't describe it, but you can't forget who YOU are, you are not just a wife and mother, you are a woman, with feelings and emotions. I think we sometimes forget when we marry and reproduce that we were full of life once and didn't stop laffing until we went to bed and even then we'd laff some more. We get wrapped up in ironing, cleaning, washing, nappies we forget how to have fun.
I'm waffling - but guess in the midst of it all I'm saying be YOU, sod everyone else for a bit, remember who you are....GOD thats deep...more wine vicar!