Hello. Just wondered if anyone out there has any wise words to cheer me up. Mind if I rant?...
I'm going through one of those hating being a mum phases. Ds is 10 months and lovely but my life just feels like it has no fun in it anymore. I feel like overnight I've turned from a lively, succesful, normal person, into a shabby, saggy, poor, boring and worried person. My partner and I are both freelance - he hasn't had any work for ages and I've just started back after 9 months off (although after this project, I don't know when my next work or money is coming from). We can't get benefits because of the nature of my partner's sporadic work (ie as soon as he signs on, if he gets two days he has to sign off again, so not worth all the paperwork). So after this little job I've got now (which will pay off a bit of our debt) we have NO income.
Yet, to get income I have to keep trying to get work - so I feel my life is just looking after the baby or trying to pitch for jobs. No money or time for treats or fun or even housework so the place is a tip which doesn't help. My partner keeps getting unpaid work that he does to keep a hand in, so between us we're working at weekends, taking turns with childcare but still have no money for anything.
I hate my flat - it's a mouldy scruffy mess, and last week we had an attempted break in so I'm now having anxiety attacks. I'd really like to leave London to have a better home (for less money) and feel safer, but my partner's work (if he ever gets any again) is in London. Also, at least my friends are here (I hardly ever see them but it's better than nothing).
I feel like none of the above would apply if I hadn't become a mum. I wouldn't have stopped work so wouldn't have got in debt. My career would be coming along nicely. I wouldn't be tied to my partner in quite the same way and could have gone off and lived somewhere else if I'd wanted to. I wouldn't have a child to care for so could go and do some temping work in between jobs to ward off the debt spectre. My clothes wouldn't be so shabby cause I'd still be working so could buy myself a pair of jeans at least. I'd have time to myself and time to drink wine with friends or go to the cinema. I love my partner but also feel that if I'd picked a rich man, motherhood might feel a little different. As it is, it's all work, all drudge, no fun and no pay.
Oh, and I've gone off sex. Just feeling too bloody saggy and sorry for myself and knackered to make an evening into a 'special' evening. Know I should be making more of an effort for my partner's sake too but just can't be bothered.
Anyone got a time travel machine? I want my old life back.