It seems to happen about once a month… I totally unleash all the pent up frustrations that I harbour day in day out as a working mum of three kids (2 school age) and a partner that only does stuff to help out when I remember to remind him.
Normally I just get on with it, pretty much non-stop from the moment I wake up until the moment I sit on the sofa at about 9pm and fall asleep watching tele.
At weekends my partner turns into to a monosyllabic grump so I keep him out of the way by getting him to take the kids to their various activities and/ or supervise them while they play out with the neighbours (he actually gets on really well with two of the dads so if they’re out as well he has a great time!) Meanwhile, I’m just chugging away inside, doing my chores, listening to them having fun.
But then, about once a month something inside me changes - I think it’s hormonal as I was like this more often during my pregnancies - and I suddenly don’t want to take their crap any more. So I moan at them, point out the stuff they could do to help me, and shout at them when they won’t stop bickering with each other.
My partner looks at me as if I’m mad - and usually walks off shaking his head when I’m mid-moan. The kids look at me all puzzled like “what’s happened to mummy?” And I eventually turn into this female Hulk-type character storming round the house finally allowing everything that’s annoyed me over the last 30 days or so to come pouring out.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon refereeing all four of them (yes, partner bickers along with the rest of them) and I was trying my hardest to keep going and then boom! I lost it and told them all to go upstairs and that I’d had enough of them, started ranting about homeless people not even having a roof over their heads, let alone a TV and here they are arguing about which movie to watch, etc. etc.
They all just stared at me, nobody moved.
So I poured my half-drunk cup of tea into a travel mug, got in the car and drove to one of my favourite places to go walking. I sat on a bench and watched the sun set and then drove back. They were all sat there happily watching Sing 2, so I had a shower and went to bed.
This morning it’s all returned to normal. The hulk has gone and I made everyone pancakes…
I feel like the things I rant about during my outbursts are all valid though and if they all helped me more then I’d not feel so burnt out all the time and perhaps wouldn’t then need to have an outburst.
AIBU?