I need out.
I want out I can't do this i wasn't cut out for this shit. I spend all my time in a battle of wills with my toddler, yelling at him mostly ineffectually, and on tenterhooks waiting for the baby to wake up so he can scream and I can calm him ineffectually while yelling at my toddler until they're asleep. Then I have to do all the million other things that are supposed to be a part of daily life. I'm not convinced that my children are getting anything of value out of this situation, and I don't see the end of it; and then I feel bad to be looking for an end of it because I'm supposed to be enjoying this time because they'll only be this little for a little while (so they tell me). It's all temporary, there's got to be a light at the end of this tunnel, even though I don't see it. I'm not enjoying this, and I seem to have forgotten one of the all-important mom rules that when you have a second to go to the bathroom, you TAKE IT. I'm going.