This is just the worst weekend ever. Constant rain hasn't helped.
I just can't seem to cope with new baby (six weeks), 2 year old DS and DH at the moment.
I'm exhausted and it would appear that when I am this tired, I am a total witch from hell. I say vile things to everyone and generally find it extremely difficult to be pleasant.
Today I told DH where to go and that I wanted to be alone for a week. I told DS he's a horrible brat when he screamed in the car for 40 mins despite my offering water, food, music etc. Turns out he wanted his shoes on. When did I start expecting a two year old to be rational?
I just want to run off , find a dark cave and sleep for a week. If I don't, I think I'll go barmy.
Poor DH. He's tired out too but doesn't feel the need to say horrible things. Poor DS too. He's only two but I'm so snappy and unloving towards him at the moment. He'll grow up feeling rejected and suchlike issues.
Of course I feel guilty now DS is in bed (without any supper - his choice and without a breastfeed - my choice) and DH has stomped off to get a Chinese. It's not my guilt they need though, is it? Please does anyone have any advice to get through this? I don't feel any better for getting this off my chest!