MrsAnn- that was the funniest line I have read for a while.
I use to (sometimes still do) fall asleep thinking, if I die it would actually be fine as death has got to be better than this.
I feel I have been doing this stage now for 9/8 years and it is just a complete and utter drudgery. No matter how much time I spend trying to keep the house half reasonable it is still a disaster. I could sweep the kitchen floor 5 times a day and still get crumbs stuck to my feet.
I have recently made friends who are first time mums, their babies are same age as my youngest (about 12 months). I watch them marvel at their babies picking up a stick or some other thing babies/toddlers do and think, God how good to still feel like that about them.
All my enthusiasm waned and left after my first and now I only marvel at them whilst they are sleeping.
Oh and I clock watch constantly too.
Sorry, I know I am suppose to say it gets better, I suppose it does as my two eldest are 9 and nearly 6 and if I only had them to get out the door or feed etc. then yes life would be soooo easy.
Whereas my 3 and 1 year old take much more effort and consume much more of my time. Oh and I am moaning when I don't even have to play with them. That is what they have siblings for! I am too busy washing, drying, ironing, sweeping, putting away, picking up or cooking.
Sorry I have went off on a tangent but totally understand how you feel.