u/No_Cardiologist2021

I guess the title said it all. But I’m just kind of wondering if anyone else have the same issue. My toddlers have never been a breakfast person ever since she was a baby. Her first bottle in the morning was never the one that she wanted to take. And it has been the same thing now that we’re entering toddler stage. She just woke up wanting to play and doesn’t really have an appetite until lunchtime at 11:30 or her snack time in the morning 9:45AM. For context she slept 10-11 hours at night. I try to give her breakfast every day, but it’s a hit or a miss, we never knew. I’m wondering if anyone else have the same issue or maybe she’s just not a breakfast person?
She does eat very large portion of dinner. Maybe that’s why! Would love to hear your thoughts

I guess the title said it all. But I’m just kind of wondering if anyone else have the same issue. My toddlers have never been a breakfast person ever since she was a baby. Her first bottle in the morning was never the one that she wanted to take. And it has been the same thing now that we’re entering toddler stage. She just woke up wanting to play and doesn’t really have an appetite until lunchtime at 11:30 or her snack time in the morning 9:45AM. For context she slept 10-11 hours at night. I try to give her breakfast every day, but it’s a hit or a miss, we never knew. I’m wondering if anyone else have the same issue or maybe she’s just not a breakfast person?
She does eat very large portion of dinner. Maybe that’s why! Would love to hear your thoughts

Honestly not sure what’s I’m looking for here, but well let’s see where this train of thoughts is heading.
I’m 31, mom of 1, happily married (at least for now).
Growing up I’m traumatized with my family dynamic, “golden” brother, successful parents, etc. Sounds wonderful I know, but the dark side is I’m uncomfortable in my own skin. I’m constantly compared to my brother constantly which makes me hate him to my guts. Past relationships make me have this huge belief that nothing lasts forever, so running away has always been my #1 solution in life, either that or cutting out my own life (I dealt with suicidal thoughts for a long while).
Anyway, ever since I had my wonderful daughter, I promise myself I will always be here for her, give her the best of me. I will never put her in situations where it could potentially mess with her mental health later on. No more wishing I wasn’t born, no more running away, I’m going to be present.
Like I said, I am married, I have a job allows me to work from home but not a whole lot of money, and my husband is an engineer with 6 figures. Life is great isnt it? Except, it is not always. His job requires us to move across the country, landed us near my brother who I keep having this great belief one day will be closer to me, but turns out only come over when my parents are here otherwise we’re strangers. So here we are, no village, no help (some help with my mom’s here but not always). The new weather is making my husband becomes more short tempered. He snaps when he can and has 0 remorse for when he does. I work full time, but I do child care and trying to put dinner on the table every night. But somehow, when he is short tempered, nothing I ever do matters. He snaps when he wants and when he can. Then come apologize later. It’s been like this for months and I’m tired of all the apologies. He’s a wonderful father to our child. He is helpful around the house. He also works a lot.
We’re at this point where I am tired. Just so tired of feeling I’m never going to be enough no matter how much I try. Being snapped at whenever someone feels like doing so given how much he does, not sure if I keep giving him the excuse to do so because he always works a lot and does a lot?
Anyway, just wanna rant. Maybe I am the problem. Maybe it’s true that I should never exist in the world.