ILike this is exactly the issue. T is a nosy little wotsit and won't settle downstairs. Even rocking him to sleep in his buggy in the kitchen is becoming hit and miss because he just sits up and peers out to see and hear whatever is going on.
So I take him upstairs for a BF on the bed, he drops off for perhaps 5-10 minutes and then he wakes up roaring because of his teeth, or because he's trying to stand up in his sleep or something. In the meantime DS1 is rampaging around the rest of the house, weeing in the general vicinity of the toilet and generally creating mayhem. And then he starts up with the 'Muuummmmmmmyyyyyyyy' - at the top of his voice, which also often wakes T up.
I cannot wait for Monday and preschool - and I feel like a horrible, meany Mummy for saying that :(
This
I find the frustration of looking after two grinds me down. I never seem to stop all day, yet I never seem to achieve anything either. Of course there is something to show for it (hopefully two happy, well fed and cared for children), but it's not tangible and you get no thanks or praise. Hell yes.
DS1 is a lovely boy, and we are being too hard on him atm. His verbal communication is really good, and DH and I have been talking this evening about how we attribute older emotional understanding to him than he actually has, because he is so articulate.
I'm crying now typing this, because I feel like I'm letting him down but I'm at my wits end to know how to make things better. :(
that was quite cathartic typing it all out, thank you :)