There is a reason women have a limited number of childbearing years. Raising children is exhausting. And when circumstances make it necessary for us to raise children beyond that timeframe, even with years of experience that hopefully taught us a thing or two, it can get ugly.
(In contrast, men can procreate throughout their lives. Kind of tells you who's doing all the heavy lifting.)
Motherhood isn't for the faint-of-heart. It's brutal, stressful work. The pay isn't great. Yes, there are rewards, but there are also struggles. Lots and lots of struggles. Eventually, the heartwarming moments will be those you remember most. But I'm not there yet. I think you have to actually get to the empty-nest years to experience that.
I'll say it again: There's a reason women lose the ability to bear children at mid-life. We. Are. Tired.
I'm pretty sure children spend most of their time honing their skills at pushing our buttons. And by "our", I mean mothers (and sometimes grand/mothers*). They spot our weaknesses (which usually stem from our desire to mold them into happy, successful adults) and zero in on how they can best take advantage.
If I hear one more, "I know! I know!", in response to my "gentle" nudging that one child or the other needs to do one thing or another, I'll scream. Because I know that if I don't "lovingly" remind them to do what should be obvious, I'll hear the inevitable, "I didn't know!"
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. And I'm post-menopausal. Need I say more?
*Reminder: grand/mother refers to a grandmother serving in the capacity of a mother.