Just wondering if it's normal to feel absolutely bloody knackered waking up on a Sunday morning? DD3 and DS1 are brilliant but it just feels relentless and it feels like im just keeping my head above the water. I've had a particularly hard year with health problems and DH has been brilliant in helping as much as he can, always gets up with the kids and feeds/dresses them so I can get a little extra sleep, takes DD out when DS is napping so I can have a break and helps with nursery drop offs/pick ups while also helping with housework etc (and while working full time). I feel so guilty that he has to help so much and that I've not been able to cope. He is exhausted, I am exhausted, I'm fed up of feeling shit all the time and not being able to keep on top of things or manage the kids and house better (I work part time, just a few hours every week and look after the kids 5 days apart from when DD is at nursery 3 afternoons/1 full day). My parents do help us and usually take DD for a sleepover every so often but they have been quite quiet recently and I don't like to ask for too much help as they are getting old. In laws don't help at all and live 1h away. It basically feels like we are just surviving and don't have the time or energy to get out and enjoy life. Is this normal? I don't want life to feel like this and I don't want my kids to pick up on how we are feeling but inevitably they will right. How do others cope? How do you break the cycle of metal exhaustion? I've always been a positive person but the past few weeks I just feel so defeated and I don't want to give into it. I want things to be better...