I have a confession. I'm a teacher and dreading the upcoming holidays,
DS is 16 months old and is a high maintenance nutcase. He's lovely but exceptionally hard work-think constant attention, moaning, strops etc. He's a delight for nursery (in 3 days a week) because there is so much to entertain him. At home, he's scrabbling at the door within 20m of wake up because he "needs" to go outside.
I have one day at home during the week with DS and, on a good day, I love it. We play, read, sing, go to the library, soft play, park etc. On a bad day, he will whine and gripe and moan from the moment he wakes up til the moment he goes to sleep. After days like that-and they're becoming a much more regular occurrence of late-I thank my lucky stars i get to go back to work the next day and that he's someone else's problem. I know- I don't deserve him.
The thought of 6 weeks of just "us" makes me feel physically sick. I had terrible PND with him and I can't help thinking back to those first months where we would sit in the house all day, both of us in tears.
We don't have a secure garden, the house is tiny and I will have the responsibility of entertaining this little ball of fury every day. Every sodding day. How am I going to manage-my creativity stretches as far as soft play and he's shown no interest in arty things; all he wants to do is run around outside and terrorise the neighbours cat.
I know I'm going to be judged horribly for the way I feel but there is no way I can admit this to
Anyone in RL.
Please don't be too harsh-I already feel like the worst mum ever.
For the record, I love the bones of DS, I just find parenting so unbelievably hard.