oh girl - the calm mama. its just a look sometimes. right in the middle of my worst moment someone would tell me wow that i looked good and seemed to have it together. HAH!!!!!
you are describing my life. everything you write - even sleep issues sound just like my dd.
two things definitely helped me. 1. i was an older mom - 37 when i had my dd. i'd been waiting for her my whole life - so a part of me was the doing mom, but a part of me was just watching and enjoying too.
2. that i was a single mom. ex and i seperated when dd was 18 months old .before that ex only came home to sleep and watch dd when i went to work (only coz we couldnt afford childcare). it was sooo helpful to not have to take care of someone else. emotionally i was so glad to be finally done with a relationship which not only was emotionless - but it made me feel even more alone.
my house was trashed. totally trashed. but i had a lot on my plate. however where parenting was concerned i just had to deal with dd. i had to make sure i figured out how to give myself a break - esp. by 5 pm when i was done. but omg it was sooo good not to have to clean house for then dh or have dinner ready or put the child to bed so you could have some moments with your partner.
it was soo easy just having to worry about dd. and to live our lives according to our natural rhythms rather than societal pressure. so bedtime wasnt an issue if we went to bed at midnight. anytime earlier and it was. when i worked, i worked afternoon shift. so it worked out.
while i never told my dd no, i was extremely strict about setting limits. it was all about safety issue. she could jump from the couch. she could jump on the bed. but i had to be there. if she wanted to jump to me, she had to make eye contact and i had to respond.
the late walking, fighting over brushing teeth, etc were not the big issues.
the big issues were making sure she had enough physical exercise so she could get the energy out of her system. this was a child who at 18 months walked 2 miles to the park, played hard for 4 hours (i'd take lunch with us and eat it at the park as she seemed to eat better there than at home) and then walked 2 miles back home. yes walked. not stroller. of course with many stops. many times we'd also go for a walk in teh evening. seh needed not just physical exercise but also social and intellectual interaction.
looking back i also realise she had mild SPD. some went away when she turned 5. but some of stayed - like her aversion to textures say in oatmeal, or tags and socks seams hurting her. because of her SPD i think physical touch was so important. for the first two years an inch between us was too much space. but at times she'd allow the whole room distance between us as long as i was her willing spectator.
however i also realised for me - most of my 'troubles' were all in my head. i had created this image of how a child was to be and my dd broke every one of those. i had to go inside and find ways to deal with my frustration. one thing that helped was constantly putting 3 pictures of my dd on the fridge to show how fast she was growing up. let me tell you seeing those newborn pictures even at 3 months what a huge change so super fast. when i was ready to tear out my hair i would go and look at those pictures and my heart would definitely melt and all my frustrations would fall away.
i'd do other things. go into the bathroom and scream into the pillow.
everyday morning maybe even evening we went out. just not for dd but for me too for some adult interaction. just being out helped me soooo much.
i made sure i had me time. no matter what. that meant at the cost of sleep i'd be watching netflix at night with no sound but with subtitles on with dd asleep on my chest.
however i also forced myself to not clean house but to take those moments when dd was playing on her own to just sit and really watch her without taking part and just enjoy her. i realised at that point that i was sooo doing, i wasnt really watching and enjoying my child. so while she went thru her basket of toys picking each piece up and feeling it with her hands and mouth (she still is v. oral) i'd just sit and watch all teh expressions flitting on her face. if one could fall in love deeper then i did at that moment.
dd is 8 and intense and still different. she is never predictable and life is an adventure with her around.
even through all my chaos i foudn calmness in the center. because i just sat and enjoyed my dd. and while i went thru periods of working and not working, i never missed a moment of my child. now we both lead our own lives and connect at bedtime to share what's been going on (she has a huge social calendar) so i treasure the moments we had before. i can even laugh at the picture of her laying on the street or on the floor of the grocery store having a massive tantrum. no it wasnt funny then, but now awww seh was such an itty bitty baby.
let me tell ya mama life was definitely not boring with dd around.