There must be some sort of recognised psychological illness that is caused by constantly having to manage two competing tasks at once, I think I might actually be going a little bit insane

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There must be some kind of psychological illness caused by this, I'm sure work places must recognise that trying to do too many things at once can lead to poor performance and exhaustion.

I actually think I might be being driven a bit crazy by doing this, namely trying to live my life such as eating, driving, housework, cooking, thinking, while constantly having to fend off:

Mum DD2 has got the remote
Is it lunchtime yet?
How long is two hours?
Can I have a fig roll?
Mum, when's my birthday?
When is it June?
Is it lunchtime yet?
Mum, what are you doing? Why?
Why has the car stopped mummy?
Why is the light red? Why isn't it green?
What day is it tomorrow?
What are Saturdays for?
Why is it XXX's party?
Is the party where I had my party?
Why not? Is it because he didn't want to?
Why is DD2 making that noise?
Mum, I need a poo.
Mum, I've done a poo, can you wipe my bottom?
Mum, who are you talking on the phone to?
Can I talk to the bank?

It's literally non-stop, I can't think, I can't concentrate, it's actually driving me a little bit crazy. It was more acute today as by a stroke of luck DH was sent home from work, when he text me I nearly cried with relief. Today he usually works till 7.30, it's a long day. I am tired as the baby is still waking up 2 or 3 times a night, and it's been worse as she hasn't been well. But instead of taking them both to my knitting group (which I love, it's the only thing I do for me. DD1 gets to play with lots of toys and do drawing, DD2 is still a baby), when DH came home he let me go on my own and leave them with him. It was fab, I got to chat and crochet without constantly fielding requests from DD1 for food, toilet visits etc. and having to stop DD2 from being grumpy and feeding her. 2 whole hours in solely adult company, doing something for me.

I think I need to go back to work soon.

Ha ha....I'm struggling with that exact same disorder! Even told ds he was driving me round the bend,soon regretted it....what bend? Where are you going? Can we take daddy's car? Why not...I want to take daddy's car!

Sometimes I just have to zone out, which is dangerous when I am driving! Or I just say yes without knowing what I am agreeing to.

It's absolutely exhausting. I have no head space for anything else.

I had a massive light-bulb moment when I realised that I don't actually have to answer every single question. About 1 in 20 still means I'm constantly talking about one thing and trying to do another...

It's the incessant noise that gets you. Even 30 seconds' peace would be lovely...

It does get better.

I had three in five years and now that DD3 is nearly 2 I am slowly regaining normal cognitive function.

But I will always be just slightly dotty.

sometimes the green jelly turns red and that's when the hairy bird flies north.

OMG.... me too, me too... the constant chatter which DD 3.4 yrs has now decided she can't vocalise continuously with English so now fills silence with made up words or Spanish as she calls it (thank you Dora) and then she just wants me to copy her

DD: guppy pug, you say guppy pug
Me: what's guppy pug?
DD: mummy you say guppy pug
Me: guppy pug?
DD: ippy mig, you say ippy mig
Me: what does it mean?
DD: you say ippy mig (getting a bit cross)
Me: but I don't know what it means
DD: you say ippy mig (really grumpy)
Me: ippy mig (giving in)

I go to a zumba class and a step aerobic class every week and I would go completely mad without these.

DD1 has started doing exactly that too!

I just need some space in my head. I feel completely, I don't know, at the mercy of my children, there is no getting away from it. DD1 is asleep right now, but the baby is still awake for some reason, as soon as she goes to bed, I am going to bed. I'm missing birthdays, nearly missed sending the letter accepting DD1's school place. I just have no spare capacity, my head is filled with my children. DH is good at giving me a break, but it's hard to relax knowing you may be needed any minute, hard to sleep not knowing when you are going to be woken up.

I definitely couldn't be a SAHM unless I had a nanny help. I've definitely realised that today.

Sorry for the moan.