I've been struggling alot in Lockdown. I was unwell with women's issues and vitamin deficiencies anyway. But lockdown has made me anxious. I'm really lathargic and I feel like I'm crashing in the afternoons. The last two Sundays I've spent the afternoon in bed. Pounding head this time. Nausea. Exhausted. I took something yesterday to help me with the nausea and it knocked me out. Partner took care of the kids and I appreciate that. But I think I need rest to recover. I care for them all week too. He let them stay up late and I suppose he struggled to get them to bed because he let the two year old sleep late. Not picking on him for this just explaining.
I woke up at 6.30. my plan was to have a cuppa. Have a shower. Practice the school run as next week it's Showtime. Only I came down to an absolute horror show. Pots hadn't been washed. The extension was a disgrace. Apple cores on the tables. Craft things allover the floor and table. Stones from the garden chucked allover the floor. Juice spilt on the carpet. Washing still in the washer. Rubbish hadn't been taken out. I found an unopened yoghurt in the garden when I pegged the washing out.what a waste!
I said to My partner that it was no wonder i never feel any better. I said to him I finally got some rest and felt positive and income down to this. I said now instead of having a shower and going for a big early walk ive got to tackle all this "shit" or do it afterwards instead of resting abit and not pushing myself. He ranted back that he was tired and told me to stop having ago. Then when I said the carpet is damaged now he told me to clean it. I said to him I feel like moving out I'm sick of this happening whenever I take a tiny bit of time out from it all. He got Mardy. Started washing up angry.
I already feel like a burden because I do struggle at the moment. But despite that I care for our kids everyday. I do the chores. I try my best. I cook tea. Lots of days I'm positive. But I have a few days each month where I'm struggling. I think I will be ok once school restarts. I just need the structure of my life back. He knows I'm waiting to be referred to gynecology. He knows I have anxiety on top of pain, weakness and exhaustion. He knows I'm up and down depending on my monthly. I appreciate how understanding he has been because I haven't been much fun since march. But I would feel alot better if I had time to breathe. Time to enjoy the kids. I shouldn't have to do a two hour tidy and clean from the day before, before I even start today. .
He mumbled something at me then refused to say it again.
I sometimes think I should leave as I am convinced my problems are ruining his life, but I currently don't work as youngest is a young toddler. I will be finding work again as soon as he's funded for nursery. I just feel my life is falling apart.