Every day of the holidays ends with all of us in tears.
I really wish people had told me that I wouldn't make a good mother. I think people assumed that because I was quite a caring person I would be a good mother,
This is torture. I cannot do it. I lack the basic skills.
Ds1 has just had a major meltdown because I can't construct his tent. I have dyspraxia (not diagnosed) and I can't do anything. Before children I bumbled along and had a good job where dyspraxia did not hold me back. Since having children it seems such a massive part of my life to the point that I serve no purpose at all.
I used to love cooking but I cannot do that anymore. I can't do anything except work.
I don't know what I want anyone to say. I have just had enough with being completely useless.