My son is 2.5 and I'm wondering if I'm cut out to be a parent. My husband is an amazing dad and he helps out where he can, but I feel as though I have no idea what I'm doing. When I go pick my son up from nursery, he runs away from me laughing and I have to go chase him, and I end up having to pick him up and drag him to the car, all the while thinking the other parents are staring at me judging. He's beginning to throw tantrums more often, and I just don't want to take him out in public in case he has a meltdown. He always wants to run away rather than take my hand and walk beside me, then when it's time to leave, he throws a fit and it's borderline impossible to strap him back in his car seat. I don't have any friends and my parents live abroad. I miss my old life, I can't remember the last time I got that 'Friday feeling' when I finish work. I dread the weekends, and by Monday I'm exhausted from taking care of DS. All I feel like doing is sit back and read my kindle or watch tv, or go for a relaxing walk, and I can't do any of those things anymore at weekends. Even when DS is napping, I'm just waiting for the moment he'll wake up. I find myself sometimes wishing I wasn't a mum, even though I love my son to bits and would do anything for him, but at the same time I hate my life right now and dream of doing a midnight flit...just running away somewhere and starting afresh. I had no idea motherhood would be this way. I'm still breastfeeding him, I've tried to wean him but he super clingy to me and it's the only way I can get him to sleep at night. Please someone tell me it gets easier. Part of me feels as though I've ruined my life, but then I hate myself for thinking that way. I read that three year olds are even worse, and I don't think I could bear that.