I'm so fucking worn down
2 children aged 4 and 1; the one year old is such hard work-16 months and not walking yet-weighs an absolute ton and everything is a struggle with him-always has been. The crying, oh my god the crying it has been awful
I work full time which is the only saving grace otherwise I think I would have some kind of breakdown. When Friday comes I find myself dreading the weekend and longing for Monday to arrive.
It's just all feeling like a massive slog, something to be got through and endured rather than something that brings joy.
Please someone reassure me that it gets a bit easier? Time feels like it has stood still and that nothing will ever change