Ive been sick all week. Drained. Worn to the bone. Hubby worked 7 days in a row. Im half dead and have been for oh, like 3 days. Last night was the last straw. LO kept waking up like every half an hour and then our car alarm decided to go off randomly at 2am for all of our apartment complex (it does this on its own). I couldnt find the keys and literally broke down in our living room.
Today, LO was so freaking fussy that he woke up my husband (works nights) and pretty much threw a constant fit for about 30 min. I was somehow keeping it together, but then we went to get something to eat. LO was of course getting fussy sitting in his chair. Why on earth would the menu and water entertain him like every other time? Ludicrous. So I pulled him out of his chair and stormed to the car to find something to entertain him. When I came in, I realized that I was getting judged for how roughly I pulled LO out of his chair and it pretty much broke my heart. LO was awesome once we got our food. It was the best time we've had out since he was tiny.
Most of the time, LO's angry crying and screaming instantly enrages me. I understand why he is behaving the way he is and I understand that Im not taking care of myself. I feel defeated and out of control of myself and of him. I guess this is a more of a vent, but I guess Im struggling on how to keep it together when I desperately need a break, yet I dont see one in sight. Motherhood is kicking my trash and I hate this feeling.
Re: So I kinda suck.
Anyone who judges you can go shove it. Do not let them get to you. They are not worth a second thought.
I know it's easier said than done but maybe next time your H has a day off, try to have some alone time while he watches LO. Even if it's for a couple of hours. You deserve it.
I hope you feel better soon!
it happens to everyone.
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When we have a rough night, I get pretty impatient too. I try to go swimming on those days, because DD loves it and it gives us a break. But I had my bad days too.
I went back to making dinner. A few minutes later I hear that distinct thump and looked around the corner at him. He just dropped it, didn't throw it but he kept his eyes on me the whole time while he bent down, picked it up and put it on the table. He definitely had that "uh oh mom's about to lose her schmidt" look. Then I clapped and hugged him and made a big deal about it, maybe too big because then he gave a me a look like "Yup, she's lost it."