I have come to realise that I am struggling to move forwards and adapt even after 4 years of life with kids. I don't think I was quite so bad with just the one but once number two came life felt like a uphill struggle ( through glue ).
What i mean by this is I sometimes don't look forwards to returning home after work as I know there will be lots of showing off and screaming/shouting etc. I know that my kids are pretty well behaved really and they are just being kids but I struggle with the noise ( it hurts my ears sometimes ). THe more of an issue I make of it the worse it gets or it just converts into whines and tears etc. Also, I am always remembering when we were younger and so much more free. If we go to places I keep thinking to myself ' this would be so nice just the two of us'. we have our first overseas holiday coming up and we've really treated ourselves to a lovely hotel but I know we won't be able to take advantage of loads of its luxuries as it'll just be impossible or rubbish trying with the little ones. The thought of the long flight terrifies me.
I'll balance this by saying I do love my kids. I don't regret things in life and certainly not them ( despite all the above ).
Has anyone else felt something like this? How did you come to terms with it?
I know that I should be very grateful for two lovely healthy kids and enjoy my time as the grow up so fast etc etc etc but its a big difference knowing what you ( or society thinks ) should feel and what you actually feel.
Apologies if poor grammar etc as I'm shattered after a night shift. Must sleep...