I think this is a great thread.
I can really relate to what a lot of you have said, I find parenting such a bloody slog a lot of the time. I mean, I love my dc more than life itself and would lay down and die for them without a second's hesitation but, my god, I often wish away the hours til bedtime. Then I feel guilty. I find playing with them quite boring (they are 3.6 and almost 2, both dses) and wish, wish, wish that they would just play with each other and not make demands on me - feel guilty again. Quite often I wish I could just hang out the washing on my own without someone coming to find me, I crave solitude but miss them like hell if I do have a few hours off. I hate feeling like this, I wish I could just appreciate them all of the time. I love them so much and can't understand why I feel such a conflict - what did someone say, can't live with them, can't live without em??
I pray it gets easier with age, there are little glimmers (?) of things to come with ds1 but then he'll go off on one in the manner of a stroppy aggressive teenager and I feel like I'm in hell. I never realised parenthood would be like this. Oh, and I hate the way I'm inconsistent too, sometimes I'll wake up on the wrong side of bed and shout at them for something (usually squabbling or fighting over an empty loo roll or other important item) when the next day I've got tons more patience and deal with the situation, ahem, in quite a good way. So it's not all bad, but I can't help feeling like I walk around the house with a sour face a lot of the time because of the sheer monotony of constant noise/mess.
Phew, I feel cleansed. And as if I'm part of some secret club when in reality it seems we all feel like this at some point.