bit of background;
have 2 wonderful ds's - ds1 is 4.2 and ds2 is 18 months. ds1 cried non stop for the first year of his life, then stopped crying and has been a very 'easy' little boy ever since, bar a 6month period just before he turned 3 when he became a total monster went through a difficult patch. ds2 was born 5 weeks early and slept a lot in the early months and was a comparitvely 'easy' baby for the first year (bar some awful health probs which meant lots of ambulances and hospital stays)
since roughly the beginning of the year i have found things harder and harder to the point now where some days i struggle to cope and can get horribly ratty and shouty with them i absolutely adore them to distraction and have until this point felt that being a sahm was the right thing for us as a family but i am beginning to seriously question myself as a capable mother i am tired, grouchy and irritable too much of the time at the moment (maybe a problem with me and nothing to do with the boys, i wonder?)
ds2 is still a terrible sleeper (his best ever night was waking twice, ds1 woke once that same night so my best night in 18months has had 3 wake ups. usually i am up upwards of 4 times) and i have a dh who works very long hours and travels a huge amount. ds2 is an absolutely dear little soul who i adore to distraction but goodness me is he trying. he climbs on anything and everything constantly, will not sit in a high chair to eat and has the most almighty tantrums regularly. ds1 is a normal sweet 4 year old, at times extremely demanding and often fairly boisterous but mostly very easy. yet still i am struggling to cope.
for example, i took ds1 to a swimming lesson today (he has had quite a fear so i have splashed out on some new individual lessons with the aim of helping him overcome his fear and hopefully start to enjoy the water and even learn to swim). getting lunch into the boys and out of the house was hard enough. then, having hauled 2 boys, several bags and a pushchair up several flights of stairs (only to be told no pushchairs allowed) and what with ds1 having a total meltdown by the side of the pool and refusing to go in, ds2 joining in the meltdown and trying to throw himself in the pool, all of the changing and unchanging, i am totally and utterly frazzled. a girl from ds1's pre-school had a lesson after him and her extremely beautiful mum was there at the side of the pool looking all calm and serene while i had sweat literally pouring off me, hair everywhere, trousers falling down and a face the colour of beetroot i could go on and on with similar examples of how hard i find things at times...
so go on, be honest. is it all me just making a bloody hash of things? or is it really this hard to have 2 small boys/children? i have become so not the mother i wanted to be and have started to think my boys would be far better of with a lot less of me