Anonymous wrote:I have a 3 year old and a 3 month old and it's just miserable. Somebody is melting down at all times. Today I realized we had a "good moment" and it lasted literally 5 minutes. I live for these 5 minute flashes of not being miserable. What kind of life is this? Look at this forum, it's just complaint after complaint. It's never ending. I think about the traveling, the sleeping, the eating, the drinking that my husband and I could be doing otherwise. The jobs we could have, the moves we could make, the freedom. And for what? Adult kids seem fun and all but like, I see my own mom 3x per year. That kind of pay off seems kind of pathetic in comparison to how much I've given my life up for these kids.
I love my kids to death and I am going to be the best mom to them I can be but honestly I can't say with certainty that I would go back and do it all over again.
Thank god this is an anonymous forum. I'd never say this with my real name.
Yes I feel the same. I do love my child. There are some good moment but if I knew what I know now I would never have had kids. I don’t even like children. I never liked kids. It simply seemed like the next step and everyone said it was so wonderful having children. Didn’t want to miss out. The best part is how much effort I go through to try to recreate my previous life.
Most of my day is spent counting down until someone takes a nap or goes to bed. I hate myself for not enjoying spending time with them.
No, I’m not depressed. I’m perfectly happy when at work or out with friends. I simply dislike having children.