All joking aside I bloody love my kids. Funk Jr turns six next. We almost lost him a few times in the early days (thanks again for the support from here) and the first three years were hell. Don’t know how we got through it as sleep, in anything other than 45 minute chunks, simply wasn’t an option.
Funkette was the best accident ever and she’s just turned two. An utter joy to be around and has me wrapped around her little finger.
I love them both more than I can properly articulate. Yes I don’t get to go out drinking, to the cinema or ride my bike. I honestly don’t care. We are skint as we decided that one of us would raise them so Mrs F quit her job. It’s hard, but you cut your cloth to suit and it was our choice.
The only downside for me is that it means I have to stay in a job I don’t like. When I get mobbed walking through the door it’s worth it though. If they end up anything like me as teenagers I’m moving out. On the plus side it will be hard for them to rebel to the same degree and I’ll be wise to anything they try and do.
Best of luck OP