right, prepare for a whinge - sorry in advance :o
I'm just struggling at the moment - DS is being hard work, my job is getting more intense - think full time work in part time hours, we've just moved into a shell of a house, so doing DIY in the evenings/weekends, and no kitchen, which makes getting any dinner a challenge, especially a nutricious one. And DS has decided to go on hunger strike this week too, so not sleeping at all because he wants 'bilk' all fricking night (and he's taken to biting during feeds again, when he isn't picking at my hands, or patting me, or generally fidgeting). (yesterday he ate 3 brioche, a piece of garlic bread at nursery, and a slice of apple. All day.)
I have to have a phone meeting for work every week - 1-1.5 hours long, with overseas collaborators, that can only be done at a time I don't work, and have a demanding toddler to deal with, so we normally spend that afternoon with pingu on silent in the background, and DS either feeding, or being shoved full of crap food in front of the TV. I ALWAYS feel like a failure on those nights.
The house is a tip, and DH isn't helping massively by leaving power tools within reach of DS, so I'm constantly on high alert making sure he hasn't got hold of something unsuitable (although I got a lockable tool box at the weekend which is helping!). The garden is child proof, but I have to do a cat shit patrol at least once a day as the local furry bastards cats think it's a toilet for them. And I never seem to get them all, so will find DS poking at some poo in a discreet flower bed. We don't have a washing machine either, so weekly launderette trips are a challenge, as DS will cause chaos there, so normally ends up being bribed with chocolate buttons.
I'm just so tired, and so tired of being a mother. I really am not very good at it just now. A week of sleeping on a bed (we're taking turns on the sofa or a mattress next to DS's cot until our bedroom is habitable) and actually sleeping may make a difference, but that won't happen for a least a month.
I feel like I'm always in a hurry so can't give him enough quality time, but when I do make time for him, he'll be a stroppy little nearly-2-year old, and tantrum, kick, scream, generally be a mardy little ball of fury, but he's all sweetness and light for DH/everyone else.
And now I need to go and pick him up from nursery, endure the motorway back home, then entertain him all afternoon until dinner (which he'll refuse), and fight him into bed, then clear up the house before DH gets in from a long and tiring day at work, whereupon we'll eat dinner and start flooring the bathroom.
Sorry, this is a self-indulgent moan, but I'm so so knackered, and feel like such a shite parent at the moment.