I already know some responses won’t be overly sympathetic and I’m not exactly looking for sympathy, but anyone who understands will be appreciated.
I really do love my children and I do my absolute best for them but I have struggled so much this summer. They are with me all the time, they are only young so don’t really tend to ‘just chill out’ in the house or watch films etc and so I either have to entertain them or let them entertain themselves but if I do that it’s never long before someone needs help or wants me to watch something or they lose interest or they fall out.
And I have struggled to be honest, wanting more time for me to do the things I used to enjoy. And then it occurs to me that this is kind of it, that while they’ll get older and hopefully more independent I’m never going to really properly be able to live life as I once did again.
I know I’ll get lots of ‘what did you expect’ comments but so much I miss that I didn’t even know was worthy of missing. Much like you don’t realise you’ll miss a loved one’s tuneless whistling or your mum’s teacup or something. I didn’t really know I’d miss it.
I don’t know why it’s hitting me now, maybe because I am properly on my own without anyone to help. Just seeing if anyone out there understands.