I have 2 beautiful sons, ds1 is 3.7 and ds2 is 12m.
I love them but ATM I feel like I must be a terrible mother because I just find the little one v hard work and find myself saying things like 'it'll be so much easier when he's ds1's age, as if I'm wishing the time away 
Atm ds2 is teething, still bf and doesn't sleep through, cruising so requires constant supervision, extremely messy when eating, generally demanding although lovely!!
Ds1 otoh can take himself to the toliet, sleeps all night, can hold hilarious conversations and entertain himself for more than 5 mins at a time. Whenever u try to sit down and play a game with him
Ds2 crawls over and wrecks it, whenever I read them a story ds2 paws at the pages and tries to rip them out 
I know maybe it's just a difficult age but I don't remember feeling this way about ds1 at this age. I was fascinated by everything he did, I was delighted by his farts, when he chucked food in the floor i said he was 'discovering gravity'. This time it's just annoying.
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I'm a shit mum aren't I?