My dd is 5 tomorrow and I love her to bits. I can't say I love all of motherhood though. I am single and her dad is nowhere on the scene. I get stressed with the mess and all the constant demands. I always get shouty demands when I am in the middle of fulfilling a previous demand. Like when I am making her dinner she will ask me to take her upstairs to the loo etc.
I was making her birthday cake earlier and she kept going in the fridge and picking at ham then trying to touch the sponge with horrid, meaty, sticky fingers. i shouted at her then felt soooo guilty. The cake is all lopsided as I couldn't do it properly with her milling around. I do think it is charming though in a dilapidated way!
I am always telling her not to do x, y and z. All my dreams of being a perfect, calm, radiant, patient mum are replaced by me being a shouty, impatient wreck. My copy of "How to talk so that kids will listen" lies half read on my dressing room tabel. This ia partly because I have no time to finish it and partly because I know the theory but can't put it into practice.
It has got to the stage where I am looking foward to my appointment with the local psychiatric team in July so that they can give me something to calm me down and hopefully zombify me! 