Anonymous wrote:I am burnt out on the mental load of being responsible for another human being. I am tired of everyday feeling like Groundhog today.
I hate that even the simplest of tasks become a pain in the rear, like taking my kid to the grocery store. I hate the constant viral illness, the pick up and drop offs, the tantrums. I hate what pregnancy and a large T-shaped c-section incision makes my stomach look. I had mastitis 5x. I have no local support or grandparents to help out with. My husband and I pay for our village (babysitter) if we want to do a date night. I hate it that as soon after I'm putting my son to bed my husband is pawing at me to give him physical attention and all I want to be is left alone.
Today, I spent time hosting a pretend birthday party for Chase from Paw Patrol with my son because he wanted to bake a cake at 9AM. I didn't want to bake a cake at 9AM, so we picked up cupcakes and a balloon from the grocery store. But while we were there my son decided he wanted to hop on one foot and then suddenly dig his heels in while holding my hand and I was juggling a basket of groceries and food, looking like a lunatic as I try to juggle him in one hand and groceries in the other. It's just not how I want to spend my time. I don't want to do the imaginary play. It's like this all the time. Everything is a struggle, if we go to the park it's fine but always an inevitable meltdown when he wants to leave. Getting dressed is a pain. Giving him a bath is a pain. He is constantly moving and on the go and his pediatrician just shrugs her shoulders and says that 4 year old boys are like "squirrels on speed." I am ALWAYS always mentally exhausted.
I fantasize all the time about just running away. I love my son with all my heart, I am depressed I know I am. I am on escitalopram. I exercise, I work full-time, I spent plenty of time with my kid but I am just not finding parenting and motherhood brings me as much joy as it does to other mothers. We are wanting to send our son to a private religious school and I'm in the process of converting to Catholicism. I am attending weekly classes and it just feels like another chore, because taking my son to Mass is a royal pain. He refuses to sit still.
My husband does his fair share of the household chores. I am still responsible for most of the cooking/cleaning/chores. I had a night alone to myself last week and feel like I could have two weeks alone and it might be enough. I am so miserable that I am considering divorce just so I can have shared custody. I feel guilty when I do take time for myself and let my son sit on his iPad while I wax my armpits or something else.
Motherhood hasn't been a joy for me. It has been a chore. A neverending chore.
OP, here’s a hug…
I think a lot of us have felt like this at some point. My kids are 10 and 12 and I’m finally talking to someone about how frustrating parenting is and how I’d like to get some semblance of a life back. Here’s some things to think about:
1. The baby/toddler stage is really hard and exhausting. It’s gets better.
2. You don’t have built in help. It’s just not possible to do everything you’re trying to do while working full-time with a husband who is traveling.
3. SAHMs spent less time with their kids in the 70s than working moms today. Think about that.
4. Start learning now how to forgive yourself for not being perfect (or even kind of good). Pick one or two things that are important to you and let go of everything else. Seriously.
5. Your kid doesn’t remember anything until they’re around 8 and even then, memories are spotty. By the time they get to the age where they have solid memories, they only want to hang out with their friends. Do you remember what your parents did when you were that age? When you think about your childhood memories, aren’t most of them about school and friends?
My point is, don’t try to be perfect because you think this is what is expected of you/how you will be judged as a mom (or how you’re judging yourself). You will feel a lot better if you just pull way the hell back. Love your kid. Feed them. Meet their basic needs. Play with them actively for 30 minutes a day. Then go figure out what you’re going to do to feel better. Right now, that may be sleep.
Take care of yourself. And if you spend time with moms that constantly talk about activities and all the things they do with/for their kids, run from these people. You don’t need this nonsense in your life.