I had my second child not quite 2 weeks ago. I want to run away. Run away with my baby and never come back. I love my baby girl so much. And then I feel horrible because I don't think I love my husband or my other daughter as much. Which makes me feel like a horrible mother. How could I love one child more. What kind of person does that. I hate my dogs. I just want them to run away and never come back. They drive me crazy. One isn't potty trained yet and she pees everywhere no matter how much I take her out. And of course I'm the only one that is expected to take care of the baby and everyone else and the dogs. I think about how my floors are always dirty from there and how is my baby going to learn how to crawl if she can't ever be on the floors because they are gross. I can sweep everyday and they still are always covered in hair and everything else. I just wish I could do something right once in my life and not always feel like a failure. Sometimes I just want to die