Does anyone else feel that although you love your little one to bits, motherhood just isn't what you thought it would be? I seem to have become locked in a cycle of resenting the time when little one is awake and dreading him waking up. Don't get me wrong, I love him to bits and he constantly amazes be but I just don't feel good enough for him. He goes to nursery 2 days which he loves whilst I work (trying to run own business) and I would love to put him in more but can't afford it. We try to keep busy otherwise he gets very fractious but I worry that he feels my frustration and plays up. My concluding thought is best summed up by when other mums say its the best thing ever to be a mum, I just don't get it - help!