I am in my early 30s and expected to love being a parent but I could not have been more wrong... I'm quite disappointed in myself, really, I have very little patience with him after a while. It sounds melodramatic but I feel completely enslaved, this is partly because he is very very challenging, and is either only wanting to be held, or pushing me away and screaming. It goes without saying that I miss my independence hugely....
Its worse since I gave up breastfeeding, went back to work and put him into part-time childcare, though frankly I could not have coped a moment longer being a SAHM. I like my job, its a good break. He is 14 mo.
I just can't wait till he's older and can fend for himself a bit more. He can be so lovely, too but the bad pretty much outweighs the good... I don't think there is anything physically wrong with him to make him so irritable, he seems very healthy he just seems quite miserable a lot of the time, which makes me feel terrible.
I feel quite imprisoned in that I just want to get away, or get one with my own things. I am snappy with my son sometimes and that surprises and upsets him; its just that entertaining every single second is so exhausting.
I worry about the future as well. Its selfish I know. I just don't know how I'm going to endure the next X number of years whilst he grows up. By which time I may be disillusioned, living on anti-depressants and feel resentful and bitter.
How can I get out of this rut? I am driving myself crazy because there seems to be no solution...