luvmi3kids
09-24-04, 03:10 PM
Hi there gals. This will be a long vent because I've had this going on in my head for awhile. So, please bear with me. :rolleyes: I know I'm new around here and more of a lurker than a poster, but I've had all I can stand and I just need to get it out!
I have a husband and 3 kids. One dog, Maggie. A tank-full of fish. A 35-hour a week "cake" job. And I can't keep up.
My baby, Aiden, is 7 months old. My daughter Lexi, the drama queen, is 4 1/2. My sweet oldest son Allen is 13 and tries to be a help to me, but he has Aspergers Syndrome and with it his own issues of focus. My husband, John, is a very intelligent and patient man, but can be a little lazy sometimes and is fed up with me.
Most of my days start out like this: Get up about 5 am, nurse baby (I'm breastfeeding), go back to bed. Sleep until 6:30 when 1st alarm goes off. Too exhausted to get up, I re-set it for 7. Get up at 7, get kids ready for school/preschool/child care. John helps out some. Mainly he sees his jobs as helping Lexi get her shoes on and holding the baby so I can take a shower. I have long given up having nice clothes that require ironing and wearking makeup, and I recently cut off my hair and dyed it it's natural color so when the roots grow in no one will notice. I just don't have time for personal maintenence any more! (We won't even go into the last time I shaved my legs! LOL) I don't eat breakfast, I give my kids cold cereal or pop tarts, and for some reason all this still takes over two hours. So, we rush out the door, I drop off the kids late, I'm cussing and crying because I hate to be late.
Then I get to the office. I have stacks of work that I don't even know what they are 1/2 the time. I used to be the most responsible person, but since coming back from maternity leave I can't get myself straight. My work is suffering, my co-workers hate me, I keep forgetting meetings and reports, my office is a mess! I'm miserable here! I want to quit, I just feel so stressed out that I could die! But, hubby won't let me, says that we depend on my income. He does all the finances because I can't do numbers or remember to pay bills on time. I estimated last night that we could live on his salary and have 1,000 left over each month. He came home this morning and paid bills and complained that we are broke! I just don't get it!
So, I get off work at 3:00 and rush to get my daughter from preschool (they charge a $5 late fee when you pick up your child after 3:15. They love me because I buy books and toys and snacks instead of paying up the $5.) She's usually one of the last kids to leave, and she always seems so happy to see me when I pick her up. I get the baby and rush home.
Now, I'm exausted, I've missed my kids all day, and I need to unwind. But I have to cook dinner and do all the other "Mommy" chores like laundry and dishes and help with homework. Think I get all that done? Nope. My house looks like a disaster area. It is very cluttered, there's always a sink-full of dishes waiting on me, and I can't let the baby crawl on the kitchen floor because I can't remember the last time it was mopped. Hubby works 3rd shifts: 7 days on, 7 off. Which means he is either at home and sitting around, or at work or tired and grouchy when he is home. On his off weeks he tries to pitch in by holding the baby so I can clean or maybe doing a load of dishes because, "Somebody has to!"
I work very hard trying to get some semblence of normalcy in the house. Then, I find myself wanting to isolate from everyone and destress by sitting on the computer for hours at a time playing my computer game. Hubby gets very angry when I do that and says that I'm addicted and I need to stop playing the game and get more housework done. So I feel even more guilty.
I have my kids on a strict bedtime schedule because if I didn't they'd be up all night watching Cartoon Network and playing Nintendo. By Nine, Lexi is in bed, Allen is in the shower, and Aiden is bathed, fed, and being rocked. Sometimes he will cooperate and let me put him to bed before 10. Some nights, he is up until after midnight. He's getting better, because for a long time he couldn't go to sleep without seeing David Letterman. LOL So I rock and sing and nurse and beg and wrestle with a stubborn baby who wants to crawl into the kitchen or chase the dog around the house. When Hubby is home he plays on the comptuer or watches TV and grouses because he wants some "quality time" with Mommy, too. (You'd think since I'd stopped shaving my legs he wouldn't. . . LOL LOL)
I can't do this anymore!! I can't go on feeling so inadequate and so depressed. I hate my life!! When I sit back and look at all this I've typed it sounds like the typical "mommy" day and that I'm whining for nothing. But I feel so very much pulled and guilty and crazy and stupid because I can't do this! I was doing okay before the baby, but now my life is a total train-wreck! Oh, don't get me wrong, I have always had focus problems, and my house has never looked like Hazel the Maid has touched it. But only recently did I decide to get some help for my ADD becuase my life has become so unmanagable. I'm not sure if my husband even supports me on that: he won't really read articles and stuff I forward to him on ADD, and he makes little comments that really bother me, like, "So when are you going to the Doctor to find out how crazy you are," or, "Da__ it, I wish we could get you on ritalin so you could clean this house!" Now, please don't think he's like this all the time, or that he's a mean and selfish man, because he's not. He's just fed up. It's that bad!!
I have known for years that I had ADD, but have been discouraged from getting treatment. My mother really believes that there is no such thing as ADD, that I'm just lazy and I need to pull myself together. I had a heart defect as a child that required surgery, and the doctors told her that my hyperactivity was because of my heart having to work extra-hard to keep up with my body. Anyone ever hear that one? Now, because I have no energy, it's not ADD, because my heard surgery cured that, it's because I'm lazy. So I don't talk to her about my problems. When she calls me, I give her rosey stories and tell her things are great, and how wonderful her grandchildren are. (She's 500 miles from me.)
Okay, I guess that's all I can think of right now. I'm typing this at work, when I should be working. I know there are 3 or 4 tasks I could get to, but as usual I'm procrastinating until 3:00 when I can go home. Plus, like I said, this is really bothering me. I was downright mean to my husband today, and I want to get it out of my system before I go home and we have a huge hairy argument.
Sorry it's so long and boring.
I have a husband and 3 kids. One dog, Maggie. A tank-full of fish. A 35-hour a week "cake" job. And I can't keep up.
My baby, Aiden, is 7 months old. My daughter Lexi, the drama queen, is 4 1/2. My sweet oldest son Allen is 13 and tries to be a help to me, but he has Aspergers Syndrome and with it his own issues of focus. My husband, John, is a very intelligent and patient man, but can be a little lazy sometimes and is fed up with me.
Most of my days start out like this: Get up about 5 am, nurse baby (I'm breastfeeding), go back to bed. Sleep until 6:30 when 1st alarm goes off. Too exhausted to get up, I re-set it for 7. Get up at 7, get kids ready for school/preschool/child care. John helps out some. Mainly he sees his jobs as helping Lexi get her shoes on and holding the baby so I can take a shower. I have long given up having nice clothes that require ironing and wearking makeup, and I recently cut off my hair and dyed it it's natural color so when the roots grow in no one will notice. I just don't have time for personal maintenence any more! (We won't even go into the last time I shaved my legs! LOL) I don't eat breakfast, I give my kids cold cereal or pop tarts, and for some reason all this still takes over two hours. So, we rush out the door, I drop off the kids late, I'm cussing and crying because I hate to be late.
Then I get to the office. I have stacks of work that I don't even know what they are 1/2 the time. I used to be the most responsible person, but since coming back from maternity leave I can't get myself straight. My work is suffering, my co-workers hate me, I keep forgetting meetings and reports, my office is a mess! I'm miserable here! I want to quit, I just feel so stressed out that I could die! But, hubby won't let me, says that we depend on my income. He does all the finances because I can't do numbers or remember to pay bills on time. I estimated last night that we could live on his salary and have 1,000 left over each month. He came home this morning and paid bills and complained that we are broke! I just don't get it!
So, I get off work at 3:00 and rush to get my daughter from preschool (they charge a $5 late fee when you pick up your child after 3:15. They love me because I buy books and toys and snacks instead of paying up the $5.) She's usually one of the last kids to leave, and she always seems so happy to see me when I pick her up. I get the baby and rush home.
Now, I'm exausted, I've missed my kids all day, and I need to unwind. But I have to cook dinner and do all the other "Mommy" chores like laundry and dishes and help with homework. Think I get all that done? Nope. My house looks like a disaster area. It is very cluttered, there's always a sink-full of dishes waiting on me, and I can't let the baby crawl on the kitchen floor because I can't remember the last time it was mopped. Hubby works 3rd shifts: 7 days on, 7 off. Which means he is either at home and sitting around, or at work or tired and grouchy when he is home. On his off weeks he tries to pitch in by holding the baby so I can clean or maybe doing a load of dishes because, "Somebody has to!"
I work very hard trying to get some semblence of normalcy in the house. Then, I find myself wanting to isolate from everyone and destress by sitting on the computer for hours at a time playing my computer game. Hubby gets very angry when I do that and says that I'm addicted and I need to stop playing the game and get more housework done. So I feel even more guilty.
I have my kids on a strict bedtime schedule because if I didn't they'd be up all night watching Cartoon Network and playing Nintendo. By Nine, Lexi is in bed, Allen is in the shower, and Aiden is bathed, fed, and being rocked. Sometimes he will cooperate and let me put him to bed before 10. Some nights, he is up until after midnight. He's getting better, because for a long time he couldn't go to sleep without seeing David Letterman. LOL So I rock and sing and nurse and beg and wrestle with a stubborn baby who wants to crawl into the kitchen or chase the dog around the house. When Hubby is home he plays on the comptuer or watches TV and grouses because he wants some "quality time" with Mommy, too. (You'd think since I'd stopped shaving my legs he wouldn't. . . LOL LOL)
I can't do this anymore!! I can't go on feeling so inadequate and so depressed. I hate my life!! When I sit back and look at all this I've typed it sounds like the typical "mommy" day and that I'm whining for nothing. But I feel so very much pulled and guilty and crazy and stupid because I can't do this! I was doing okay before the baby, but now my life is a total train-wreck! Oh, don't get me wrong, I have always had focus problems, and my house has never looked like Hazel the Maid has touched it. But only recently did I decide to get some help for my ADD becuase my life has become so unmanagable. I'm not sure if my husband even supports me on that: he won't really read articles and stuff I forward to him on ADD, and he makes little comments that really bother me, like, "So when are you going to the Doctor to find out how crazy you are," or, "Da__ it, I wish we could get you on ritalin so you could clean this house!" Now, please don't think he's like this all the time, or that he's a mean and selfish man, because he's not. He's just fed up. It's that bad!!
I have known for years that I had ADD, but have been discouraged from getting treatment. My mother really believes that there is no such thing as ADD, that I'm just lazy and I need to pull myself together. I had a heart defect as a child that required surgery, and the doctors told her that my hyperactivity was because of my heart having to work extra-hard to keep up with my body. Anyone ever hear that one? Now, because I have no energy, it's not ADD, because my heard surgery cured that, it's because I'm lazy. So I don't talk to her about my problems. When she calls me, I give her rosey stories and tell her things are great, and how wonderful her grandchildren are. (She's 500 miles from me.)
Okay, I guess that's all I can think of right now. I'm typing this at work, when I should be working. I know there are 3 or 4 tasks I could get to, but as usual I'm procrastinating until 3:00 when I can go home. Plus, like I said, this is really bothering me. I was downright mean to my husband today, and I want to get it out of my system before I go home and we have a huge hairy argument.
Sorry it's so long and boring.