I feel like i have been, for the most part of the last 3 weeks, a crap mum to my gorgeous ds (18 months).
I wake in the morning and it feels like an effort to play and interact with him. I sometimes feel like i simply can not be arsed to deal with the tantrums etc.
we go out every morning and that feels like such an effort these days, i used to have so much patience for the constant stopping and inspecting. Recently though I have found myself being quite short-tempered and, on occasion, heaving him up, plonking him in the pushchair and charging off, swearing under my breath.
Feeding is great, and i enjoy our mealtimes together. Afternoons are generally fun, but then we get home and i feel like tearing my hair out as literally as we walk in the door he turns from an angel to a clawing, whinging, crying nightmare. Just as i have dinner to prepare and a house to sort. I have been known to charge into the lounge, with him under one arm, grab the remote, plonk him on the sofa and storm off cursing. i feel sick with myself.
i just feel so worked up and negative at the moment. he is being an ordinary toddler. that's it. and yet i can not seem to cope with it at the moment. i have lost any sense of sparkle and humour.
does anyone have an advise? should i be concerned about myself?
sort this seems so whingey.
p.s. nursery is not an option. i won't bore you with the details, but it is not and will not be for another year.