I find myself picking fights with anyone and everyone, even inanimate objects. I know it’s crazy.
We don’t have time together any more - I just fall asleep the moment the child is asleep, as I know I’ll be getting up several times in the night and before the birds in the morning, and I just can’t keep my eyes open beyond a certain point.
The flip-side is that she feels that she spends her every waking hour looking after the baby - which isn’t far off the truth, as I look after her while she sleeps - so nobody is happy. My spare time is spent working and building and repairing stuff at home.
I cannot for the life of me understand why anyone has more than one child. How can anyone go “that was fun, let’s do it again”.
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