Fighting myself *EDIT*
I am slowly easing back into a bad place in my life. I dont want to spiral down again and I am trying to stop myself from doing just that.
I blew up on the kids today, for no real reason at all. They just wanted my attention. I have gotten to where I dont want to be around them, I just want to be on my own, sit my ass on the couch, watch tv and be lazy. I am TIRED of cleaning up after people, cooking for people, wiping butts, breaking up fights, trying to calm tempertantrums, not listening to what I say (don’t do that)………..keeping things in working order.
I have been doing this for 4 fking years……I am OVER IT!! I need some damn changes!!
What do I get in return? Not a damn thing. I feel so used, so mistreated, so under appreciated. I feel like nothing. I am nothing.
I used to be someone. I used to have purpose. I used to feel important. Now, Im just here, going through the motions, trying to survive the day.
My kids are great kids. I desire to be around them, to play with them, to enjoy them. But I dont. I have given all I have to this family. I feel like there is nothing left of me.
I know that I should be grateful. I know that my children love me. I know that they just want/need my love and attention. I just cant find it to give.
This is the worst feeling in the world. I am sure I am not the only SAHM/W that has ever felt this way. I know that things will get better. I just need a break. Sometime to breathe. Sometime for myself.
Ofcourse that makes me feel guilty.
Honestly, if all the fighting and whining and bullshit would stop, plus I got some sleep at night, and didnt have the stresses of finances etc, oh and the house cleaned itself……..Id be a much happier person.
I don’t want anything else.
I just want to be happy again.
*EDIT*
I just need out of this house more. I need changes. I need to feel alive. I need to break out of this rut, this routine. I need things to be different.
I used to pay my kids to help me when they were little like yours…I’d give them pennies and they’d put them in their bank and it worked like a charm for me. Little kids love pennies and even though it took longer to get things cleaned up than if I had done it all myself, it actually got to be fun…and it didn’t take long for them to *want* to help me clean up!!!
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