I feel like relationships might be the best place on balance. I’m really in a low place at the moment and filled with sadness and regret.
I am in my mid forties and have two beautiful children. I know I should feel so blessed to have them and I do in a way. I had my first when I was forty; I was so unbelievably excited to be having a baby after having waited so long but it didn’t take long for things to go sour. Covid was part of this but also generally I found the sleep deprivation and the loss of freedom so difficult.
Two years on and life had sort of settled down, although I found the toddler years VEEY challenging. I had really wanted another, which seems so odd when I look back as I hadn’t massively enjoyed it first time. But again we conceived another baby who was born when our first was 2 years, 7 months old.
It’s this I’m struggling with. I have to admit to myself I just don’t have the emotional capacity to cope with two. The children have this terrible effect on one another where they are just absolutely horrific together. They scream, fight, shout, do stupid stuff that they don’t do alone, wind one another up and scream; have I mentioned screaming?!
At first, I was ‘hanging in there’ until DS started school. I told myself once he was in reception and I only had DD at home it would be OK. And since she was born summer 23 and I took a year off on maternity leave I only had the one year with them both before DS started school. Only … things haven’t massively improved. Of course, my days are easier but the mornings, evenings and weekends are just as bad.
I am constantly edgy, irritable, jumpy and snappy. I am not the kind, patient and gentle woman I am with just about everybody else. I feel like a bad parent because my kids’ behaviour is terrible.
My own mum was the same and it did affect me. I don’t want to be that person but I’ve read the books and I’ve followed the advice and I’ve tried what I should do and it doesn’t work and now I’m just kind of … despairing.
I realise the mistake was having two. I know this because alone, my children are lovely. Sweet and well behaved and nice, friendly, not perfect (who is) but nothing out of the ordinary. But I can’t do anything about that now and that’s why I just sort of feel like I’m trapped in this horrendous life with screaming kids fighting and arguing and yelling and I feel absolutely helpless to do anything about it.