Well..its back. My PPD came back. I am so hateful and frustrated toward myself. I am such a a-hole of a mother. I can't even toilet train my kid.

Is there really more to life than this? Honest to god, I sit home here and clean house, only to have it destroyed 2 minutes later. I change diapers all day, feed mouths. I can't stand not working. I loved my job. I felt like I had a sense of belonging in the world. My husband works shift work, and when he actaully get a day off, he goes and does other stuff. he doesn't pay any attention to us. This drives me insane. I find he is sooo flipping selffish. Infact, he is probably one of the momst selfish people I know. There are things that I would like to do, without kids hanging off me. Whenever I need to run out, he always say,"" how long you gonna be". " I need to go here"..can you be back in 10 minutes?" Just stuff like that God i am mad today, every once in awhile, I think back to when i didn't have any kids, and wonder what it would be like.
Don't get me wrong I love them, but I didn't ask to be a married (single ) mother, I thought we were in this together. I guess I am cramping his style....