I don't think there's anything anyone can do, maybe either reassure me we'll get through this, or tell me to pull myself together, I don't know.
DH and I have one DC, who's just 1. Theres nobody who's in a position to help with childcare etc, other than nursery.
Both work 4 days each but long hours (12-14 hour shifts, sometimes on-call for 24 hours). Dropping hours wouldn't be realistic - we need the money for rent, nursery, food, bills, keeping the cars on the road (yes, we need two cars, we work on different sides of an area with terrible public transport and do a lot of driving for work and looking after people). It's taken a lot of negotiations to get our work patterns to mesh enough to avoid one of us having to give up work altogether, so there's no options left to negotiate further.
I feel like I have nothing left to give. I'm exhausted.
This month...
DH had covid. He was really ill and is still recovering.
My aunt is seriously ill in hospital, meaning her family needs help with meals, childcare, transport...
I've just had to pay several hundred pounds in car repairs.
The house is a mess. DH hasn't been able to help and there's no extra time in the day for me to pick up the jobs needing doing. So, the tide of household jobs is slowly carrying us out into chaos.
DC doesn't sleep well at all. Never has. We're lucky if there's a 40 minute nap and we still get woken every couple of hours overnight.We sleep in split shifts. But even then it's exhausting. We have to make pretty major decisions at work on about 4 hours sleep each, and it's draining. We've done it for a year now.
DC has started biting. Not an unusual problem, otherwise well behaved for a 1year old, I tell myself it's something we can sort. No biting at nursery, just biting us. But when I'm tired, surrounded by mess (I know it's not a total bombsite but it's not how I want us to live longer term), stressed about money and work and family, it's hard not to get upset.
I just feel... done. Like if I'm running (I remember I used to enjoy running, now I'd quite enjoy sitting if I could...) and hit that wall and just can't take another step.
But i have to. I have to get off this bus and go collect my car, and collect DC and make dinner and wash clothes and dishes and (probably) DC, and get DC to bed and then read my files for tomorrow and then get DC back to bed and then try to close my eyes and do it all again tomorrow.
Please tell me this gets better soon. Or maybe I just need to pull myself together. I don't know how people do this with more than one child.