Sorry for the long post but please bear with me...
I'm a SAH mum to 2 kids - DS is 6 and DD is 3. They're both generally 'good' children and I love them dearly. However increasingly I'm finding myself getting impatient with them, and frustrated with them for constantly demanding things from me and 'not giving me a minutes peace'. It is a terrible way to think and I hate myself for it. I desperately don't want to be that impatient, grumpy and bad-tempered mother but as each day progresses my fuse gets shorter and shorter and my patience goes out of the window. I snap at them, tell them to hurry up, get really cross when they don't do what they're told when I probably just need to accept that they're little children and that goes with the territory.
I also find it really hard not to constantly be trying to get other things done when they're around (and then I get annoyed when I can't get anything done properly, even cook dinner). It doesn't help that we've just moved house so there actually IS a lot to do, but I feel like I'm losing the ability to just relax and enjoy them being children while they're still so little. I can't sit and play for long without getting fidgety and feeling like I should be doing jobs and I get REALLY annoyed with them if I'm trying to have a conversation with someone or do something and they keep interrupting.
I'm not sure if after 6 years at home I'm just starting to get a bit fed up, or whether my expectations that they should be able to play nicely together are unrealistic, or whether they are actually being quite demanding (DD spends a lot of the day saying "play with me play with me" on repeat, especially when I'm doing house jobs, and DS doesn't seem happy to entertain himself as much as I think he should be able to at 6). Or am I just being a grumpy b*h? Tbh it is worse at that time of the month, but I'm really worried that I'm becoming the mother I really don't want to be.
DH is great and really hands-on but works quite long hours and travels a lot, so I'm quite often juggling things on my own (as I have been this weekend). They are good kids though and as soon as they are in bed I have this huge wave of guilt that I haven't been nice enough to them or enjoyed their company as much as they deserve me to. I feel so bad. They deserve so much better.