Tbh, they're not small anymore though there was a time I had 3 under 3. Not that I remember it, of course, being in a sleep deprived fog.
I do feel lifted slightly for having written it out. Some of it I know stems from feeling the guilt for not being career ambitious. The ironic thing I guess is that I feel guilty for having wanted exactly what I have now. I never really wanted more than a family, a house and a garden to look after. And really, when I am not feeling angry with myself, I feel incredibly blessed and lucky.
I spiral, I think. It goes from one issue and then they all come running together. Today's feeling came from yesterday and I think it boils down to supper. I have things I can cook with my eyes shut, but yesterday, I could not think. Then I found something, got excited about it, and deflated when I realised that the children would never eat it. So I completely lost momentum. And this happens too often. Our whole family is on the ASD spectrum which makes it harder, I think.
If I could manage to do meals the children would eat at decent times, I think bedtimes might be easier. I don't know.
But I am going to spend time gardening today.