Overall, I have a pretty good life, and I wouldn’t want to trade it. But right now, I feel like running away.
The kids are adorable and I’m very lucky that they are healthy. But my daughter went from being a sweet, agreeable little 2-year-old to a temper-tantrum-throwing, obstinate 3-year-old who won’t do a thing anyone asks her to do. My son is a happy, laughing baby, but he’s an eating machine and won’t sleep through the night…I still am waking up twice an night to feed him (he’s 4 months old now). Which wouldn’t be TOO bad, except I’ve been back at work for a month, and I am like a zombie from lack of sleep.
Plus, we are going through potty training with the 3-year-old, which is currently not going very well, and the preschool she is starting in 2 weeks requires it. Not sure what I’m going to do about that situation.
My house is kind of a disaster right now, because between working and the kids, I don’t have the time or energy to pick toys up constantly.
And the crowning blow is that the weight I gained with this pregnancy seems want to hang around permanently…I only gained maybe a size, but it’s enough to ensure that 1/2 my clothes don’t fit at all, and the other 1/2 look like crap on me.
I’m sorry to bitch, because I know that a lot of people have real problems, and this is all just annoyances that will go away (except for the 10 pounds…I think I just have to get used to that!) But I am just feeling sorry for myself right now.