I am at total rock bottom right now. DS, just turned 2, is still awake and crying even though it’s getting on for 10pm. This follows a hellish Christmas where he’s been ill with a bad cold (not Covid before anyone asks) and extremely grouchy and whingey for almost the entire time, refusing to nap or sleep and waking up multiple times in the night. He’s better now and I was hoping for just ONE evening to myself with DH, but can’t even get that as he’s now inexplicably refusing to sleep. Honestly, I wish I could just shut the door and leave him to cry, but clearly can’t do that as it’d be cruel. Being a mother is so fucking hard, I cannot believe how many people do this and seem to be coping admirably and “loving life”. Even friends who do admit they’ve been struggling then immediately qualify it with something cheery, like it’s not so bad after all.
I am clearly not maternal, not cut out to do this and I’m fucking failing on every count. I hate myself and I hate my life. Oh and please don’t tell me to speak to my GP - I already did that and she couldn’t care less, just tapped away on her computer whilst I sat there in floods of tears trying to explain. I am so burnt out and yet there’s nothing I can do except keep on going, and being a shit mum in the process.