I’m going to admit to you something I have never vocalised in my life.
For me, parenting days have been dark and desperate more than they have been joyful.
I could never have imagined or predicted how utterly utterly desperate to get away from it all I was for most of the time.
I had bone drenched utter utter exhaustion every single day & night.
My 1st DID NOT SLEEP at all EVER. Ever.
I survived on 2-3 hours broken sleep until eventually he slept a full night aged 5 and at full time school.
I worked day shifts and night shifts, 12 hours back to back and frequently went 2-3 days with zero sleep.
I had zero help or support from anyone in the family even though they knew how bad it was.
I felt constantly nauseous and dizzy, wasn’t safe to drive. I was not functioning.
Added to that, my 1st was a nightmare to manage, his behaviour was horrendous. He would not/could not sit still, was destructive & I couldn’t leave him in a room alone because he would climb curtains, jump off furniture, tip up tables, open windows and climb out, damage belongings (TV screen was wrecked)
I stopped going out of the house with him because he was a bolter, would run off into roads, away from me. The screaming and squirming would pierce my fucking soul.
He could escape from car seats, shopping trolleys, push chair, stair gates would be dismantled in minutes, doors unlocked with ease. Reins would be off in seconds.
Most days the school would be calling me because of behaviour issues.
I hated it, hated every minute.
It was shit.