I think I’m slowly slipping into depression with it. Wakes before 6 every day, I am climbed all over, elbows in all my most tender spots. Everything is a battle. Put sun cream on and he screams when I put it away, won’t wear shoes, won’t go in car seat.
It’s probably just a difficult age but the constant fighting is so, so hard and I’m exhausted with it. I just cried after a tantrum. I feel so useless.