I have a two children, six and four.
Jesus Christ I am finding life hard work at the moment.
I only work part time, no fucking clue how people who work FT manage. I hate my job though (middle management - worst career choice of my life!), so it feels like stress in all sectors of my life right now.
Today has been particularly hard as my smallest has a horrible cough and so she was up half the night unable to get back to sleep due to coughing and was really distressed. I'm effin' knackered today (always tired as youngest isn't a great sleeper still but usually it's manageable today my brain feels like mush) and my husband has a really rotten cold and he's feeling awful too.
The house is so messy, there's always fucking laundry to sort, bits on the floor, something that needs cleaning/wiping/sweeping/putting away. Kids toys everywhere. Trying to get them to help with chores/tidy up makes my eyes bleed, it's like herding cats.
I have zero patience with either of them, they push my buttons constantly. Then I feel bad for being such a shit/shouty/grumpy parent and vow to try harder tomorrow, but tomorrow is just more of the same.
They always need me for something - a snack, a drink, a poo, a wee, everything. They don't listen. I am ground down to a shadow of who I used to be before children. I just want to be left alone.
They have way too much screen time as it's the only time I get a moment of peace. But then again I feel guilty for that too!
Oh god and they're so fucking noisy. SO noisy. All the bloody time, except when they're sleeping.
Today has been TV/Switch in the morning, breakfast. Bit of playing. Out for a walk with the dog and a hunt for signs of spring - we found a tree sapling someone had pulled up and planted it in a pot when we got home. Back home for snack and and drawing/playing and a bit more TV. Then out to the shop to get ingredients for baking (I almost cried at the supermarket they were being so bloody difficult), back home fed them lunch (leftover chilli so at least that was easy!), then baking, more colouring. Then I tried to get them to help me tidy up the living room and they were just making more mess. In the end I put them both out on the trampoline while I tried to tidy as much as possible as I just needed some space and quiet. They played in the garden for a bit. Now they're in the bath as the garden is a bog and they got filthy. I've just realised it's nearly half five and I have no idea what's for tea. I should be sorting laundry, not on mumsnet moaning.
Husband does a lot, probably more than his fair share of a lot of chores (given that he works full time), is a very hands on parent for the most part, so it's not an issue that I'm left to do everything. Although it still feels like it.
I just want to crawl into a hole and cry. I feel like I am wasting these precious years of their lives feeling miserable and down trodden and making them sad because I am just always cross. Presumably this isn't normal and I'm doing something very wrong?