Oh god, yes - its totally dullage a lot of the time.
With DS I had 11 months off, ELEVEN MONTHS?! can you bloody imagine? I was out of my mind with boredom. What to do everyday, so I mainly hung out with my parents. Not good. In hindsight I was terribly depressed and completely zapped of any joy for my life, or indeed DS. The thing is, when everyday is the same, what's the point of looking forward to the weekend? Yes, fine, DH was home and that was lovely but, the park? Done that. Soft play? Done that. Nice long walk along the seafront? Errr, done that too. When I went back to work, my happiness came bouncing back, literally overnight. For me and DS, it was good for us to miss each other, we made the most of our time off and I had some time to be me.
With DD I am going back next month when She is 8 months. It's been far more enjoyable this time as I've met some lovely mums, laughed at the shit bits, and left her far more frequently to give myself a break and frankly, have some time to think without a 3 year old and a baby. I adore my children, but 24/7 with them is exhausting, utterly exhausting.
I take my hats off to the SAHM but the thought frankly horrifies me, and I know for absolute certain it's not for me.
So no, OP, it's not just you. Clearly!
And babies definitely get better with age?
"Mummy can I have some crisps?"
Or
Screaming and guess work?
I know which one I'd rather, unless of course I was at an exhibition. 