I am excited that you are getting closer and closer to your dream job. You had your physical fitness exam this past Tuesday and your interview is on Monday. I am excited this will be a chance to move back home.
I find myself down. There are no jobs with my skill set. And I find it almost nearly impossible I would find a job in a huge city of 800,000 and a sister city with 2 million. I am going to be unemployed a lot longer than the 6 months I was here.
Please don't be upset with me if I can't contribute to our family in such an economy. Two times you have gotten after my case for not working in the past 6 years. And this is what worries me and I find myself down.
I don't know if I will find a job that will balance DS's therapies and let me accrue leave in a timely fashion.
I love you to pieces but I don't know how else to tell you that I need help. I need you to help out with the kids and housework. When I was still at home with the baby, yes I took on the bigger part of the load but now I'm back at work and I work just as hard as you do. I get up earlier than you do to tend to the baby. I get home and it's take care of the baby, make dinner, put Chris to bed, put baby to bed, do the dishes, clean up, take a shower and go to bed. Get up the next day and start all over again. You get home, play with the kids for a few minutes and then go off to get on the computer or play a video game. I'm upset and for once, I was open with you and told you I was upset and needed help and you dismissed my feelings. Please don't. We have enough on our plate with DS1, baby, and everything else. Don't add this to it. Love - your wife.
DS,
I don't know how to help you sometimes. And now you're screaming - blood curdling horror movie screaming - at the slightest frustration. I don't know what to do. Do I ignore? Do I put you in time out? Are you upset? Scared? Or are you just being a brat? Does that even apply to you? Please help me. I want you to be ok. You look so upset when you scream. I want to help you. Give me a sign so I can try to help. I love you little man. - Mom
DS,
I love you more than you could ever know. I know it's not easy for you, nor is it for me, but even through those difficult times, I always love you. I try so hard to give you the best of everything and sometimes I don't know what all you are needing from me, but I sure do try. We just need to stick together kiddo and we will make it through these challenges. But if it's not too much to ask, could you lessen the tantrums a bit, mommy sometimes needs a break.
Love Mommy
Please eat. Please. I would love for your 6month onesies to actually fit you before you turn 1. This whole Gandhi thing has gotten old real fast. Also, you are never allowed to ask if those jeans make your butt look big and don't even think about getting an eating disorder during your teenage years. Love,Mom
Dear Doctors,
Why do I have to be the one to bring you every idea? Don't you have any ideas on what else we should be looking for/testing? Please don't shoot down every suggestion I make. Sure, it is based on other people's experiences and purely anicodotal, but still it is better than nothing.
Re: Open Letter Thursday
DH,
I am excited that you are getting closer and closer to your dream job. You had your physical fitness exam this past Tuesday and your interview is on Monday. I am excited this will be a chance to move back home.
I find myself down. There are no jobs with my skill set. And I find it almost nearly impossible I would find a job in a huge city of 800,000 and a sister city with 2 million. I am going to be unemployed a lot longer than the 6 months I was here.
Please don't be upset with me if I can't contribute to our family in such an economy. Two times you have gotten after my case for not working in the past 6 years. And this is what worries me and I find myself down.
I don't know if I will find a job that will balance DS's therapies and let me accrue leave in a timely fashion.
Your Wife
DH,
I love you to pieces but I don't know how else to tell you that I need help. I need you to help out with the kids and housework. When I was still at home with the baby, yes I took on the bigger part of the load but now I'm back at work and I work just as hard as you do. I get up earlier than you do to tend to the baby. I get home and it's take care of the baby, make dinner, put Chris to bed, put baby to bed, do the dishes, clean up, take a shower and go to bed. Get up the next day and start all over again. You get home, play with the kids for a few minutes and then go off to get on the computer or play a video game. I'm upset and for once, I was open with you and told you I was upset and needed help and you dismissed my feelings. Please don't. We have enough on our plate with DS1, baby, and everything else. Don't add this to it. Love - your wife.
DS,
I don't know how to help you sometimes. And now you're screaming - blood curdling horror movie screaming - at the slightest frustration. I don't know what to do. Do I ignore? Do I put you in time out? Are you upset? Scared? Or are you just being a brat? Does that even apply to you? Please help me. I want you to be ok. You look so upset when you scream. I want to help you. Give me a sign so I can try to help. I love you little man. - Mom
Dear People who stare,
WE ARE NOT A SIDESHOW! SHE HAS DOWN SYNDROME NOT A FREAKING DEATH SENTENCE!
Sincerely,
Mama Bear
Dear DD,
Please eat. Please. I would love for your 6month onesies to actually fit you before you turn 1. This whole Gandhi thing has gotten old real fast. Also, you are never allowed to ask if those jeans make your butt look big and don't even think about getting an eating disorder during your teenage years.
Love,Mom
Dear Doctors,
Why do I have to be the one to bring you every idea? Don't you have any ideas on what else we should be looking for/testing? Please don't shoot down every suggestion I make. Sure, it is based on other people's experiences and purely anicodotal, but still it is better than nothing.