I love my two ds's aged 3 and 4 to smitherines but I'm bored and fed up.
I do get breaks from them but ashamed to say it never sems to be enough. Even my dh does his fare share, although we disagree on discipline and I do think his methods are sometimes OTT.
I get this feeling from time to time but it generally passes. This time its lasting too long and its having a huge impact on my parenting.
I no longer keeping to a routine, play games with them, read them stories or make an effort with meals (try and get them to eat a variety of things through the day) and I'm also using the tv way too much for their entertainment, purely because (I know this is terrible but I'm being honest
I'm bored of constantly being that person: explaining everthing, sorting out squabbles so that they learn how to sort them out for themselves, making food they won't eat, being optimistic, giving them constant praise and limiting the no's, distracting, explaining why its wrong to do certain things and good to do others).
I'm fed up of the unbelievable stress at getting them ready on the morning in time for ds1 school,
having to see to them before me on the morning,
of hearing them cry yet again because one has hit the other,
fighting,
the not listening to me,
the attitude I get of ds1 (he's only four)
having to take them everywhere and always needing to be near toilets,
the bed wetting,
the accidents during the day(constant constant washing)
not being able to afford to get them the things I would like and having to get used to limited options,
having limited clothes for myself,
fed up of the whinging
whining
the 'I wants'
I'm fed up of them making a mess and getting into things they shouldn't be
being pulled and prodded,
my ears hurting because of the constant noise,
constantly having to be diplomatic and reasonable and problem solving and not being able to swear when they do something unbelievable like flooding the bathroom or decorating the walls with mud or sitting on a wet toilet seat thatthey've weed on and finding poo in the bathroom in weird places.
I realise I'm very lucky especially since we struggled to have them, I'm just plainly fed up of trying to be the best parennt I can be.
That sounds terrible and I certainly feel like a bad mum but it's all s repetitive I honestly can't be bothered.
I was tempted to use a different name as I'm sure I will be hung drawn and quartered and slated to the high heavens, I'm not proud of my feelings hence me asking for advice