So, sorry for a not very light-hearted post but basically I'm just feeling like life is on top of me with no way out. DD is approaching 6 months old and still completely consumes me, she relies on me for everything... ebf (bottle refuser), to get her to sleep, to keep her asleep, to occupy her. She cries/screams/whinges a huge proportion of her awake time and wakes 1-2 hourly at night. Everything else has taken a back seat, I completely expected this for the first few months but 6 months on, I can't seem to get back on track.
Housework doesn't happen. I'm really not a clean freak at all (family used to joke about my relaxed attitude to cleaning!) but it's got to the stage where I can't stand the thought of anybody coming over. DD is normally hysterical by the time I've put the dishes away, never mind reunite myself with the mop or duster. DH has hardly any time off and so many DIY jobs, started with the best intentions of improving our home, remain unfinished and just make the place look even more shite. We live in a tiny flat and there's stuff everywhere. I'm so lucky to have been passed on things for DD but we can't move for things everywhere. I'm trying to declutter but have no energy and struggle ignoring the crying while I sort through clutter. I can do some stuff with DD on my hip but my back kills and she will not tolerate a sling.
DH works very long hours with no scope to have time off at the moment. He too has admitted to feeling completely trapped and overwhelmed at the mo.
I am so so so fortunate to have a healthy DD and a place to live and a loving DH and possessions how can I grumble about this with refugees fleeing with just the clothes that they wear but I'm going a bit insane. I feel as if there's not enough of me to go round, I can't emotionally/physically support DH and DD and myself and have 'to-do' list that's vaguely under control.
I've friends and family that I talk to but mostly people suggest that I just ignore the housework, but there is a line!! I don't want to sound dramatic and I tell myself to just man up and get on with it but, day after day, it's grinding me down.
I'm preparing to go back to work soon and will be doing tiring hours in order to reduce childcare costs. I can't imagine throwing this into the mix with everything else.
All very routine stuff, so why do I feel as if it's all too much? Is it normal? Do others go though this and just muddle through? Any tips for getting life back under control? I feel a bit beyond a cup of tea and hobnobs although I never say no...
Thanks all 