I have two children, with an age gap of two and a half years. Since I returned to work from maternity leave life has been really hard and I held onto the hope that it would improve, but in all honesty it hasn’t and I am very low and struggling to see a way forward.
I need to stress here I’m not looking for advice as much as I need somewhere just to share what I’m feeling and the thoughts that keep racing through my head and try to get them into a logical order and make sense of them, and then maybe I can get into a different frame of mind.
My children are mostly lovely apart. One is six this winter and the other recently turned three. I definitely have some typical behaviour from the three year old of crying and tantrums when tired and overwhelmed but nothing really that bad. My eldest can be boisterous and is very energetic but nothing too bad.
Together, I have always found them difficult to manage. At first I thought this was just a different stage thing: one very challenging period was when they were both home with me and DD needed a nap and how to manage that, but I thought it would improve when ds started school. It has, kind of, but any period when I’m managing them both for extended periods kind of drives me to this place of mind and obviously the summer is probably the longest
There is conflict, it isn’t anything too bad. Ds winds DD up; she has a particularly piercing high pitched scream in response to this followed by hysterical sobbing. Any attempts to deal with it is just met with denials and ‘he pushed me / I didn’t’ ad infinitum (and they aren’t left unsupervised but I sometimes will be looking the other way or nip to the toilet etc.)
DD is very jealous of DS and often tries to take things he treasures away from him. It’s incredibly hard to manage because once you’ve wrestled it away and returned it to ds she just keeps going back ‘mine MINE’ - he (quite understandably) gets very frustrated with this but equally won’t keep his things away from her as I’ve suggested (told) numerous times before.
They are pleasant and calm children alone. I’ve lost count of the number of people who have said so when out and about. They are polite and friendly and interested in the world around them. Together they seem to lose those skills - not always, it isn’t a constant state of mania - but it always feels volatile somehow. Ds in particular has a certain laugh that’s different to his normal laugh. It’s a manic giggle and when I hear it I know they are building up to a period of stupidity. (I do try to separate them but I can’t always, eg in the car is a big one or even in the house if I take one upstairs and the other follows, if it’s gone past a certain point they aren’t listening to me at all.)
DD goes to bed at 7 and wakes at (or before
) 6; without fail. So I am in bed at 10. Ds is more 8-830. So I lose evening and morning time. Small thing but it does add to that general ‘never a minutes peace’ thing.
This is a small thing but I’ve lost a lot of mum friends, who all stuck at one. Their lives moved on while I was thrown back into babies and toddlers and they were able to do things I couldn’t. I guess if I was totally happy with my choices it would be different but as it is it feels like another thing I’ve lost. I feel I’ve lost the relationship I could have had with them both and the mum I could have been. It’s like this awful intrusive thought that keeps coming and won’t go away.
It isn’t that I don’t love them as individuals or that I’m looking at one and wishing one didn’t exist, it’s more the knowledge that I don’t enjoy parenting them together and that I do apart and so it’s hard not to think what life could have been.
I am so ridiculously jealous of people with only one and the relationship they have with them. I know I’ve idealised this in my mind.
Thanks for letting me ramble on!