I'm sat in tears this morning. I have 3 kids.
I had my 1st at 17, went and got myself a career, beautiful home, and overcame infertility and had two babies in quick succession.
And my life isn't at all what it was and I don't think it'll ever return.
My eldest has always been quite sensitive and needed lots of support with her mental health, but its now dawned on me that she's most likely autistic. She wanted to attend a college that hinged on her special interests which is hours away. The plan was that she would use public transport as honestly I couldn't see me taking her being viable and I hoped that i would be able to go back to work.
Well she's started college, she burned out 2 weeks into term. So now I'm driving 5 hours most days, there and back, there and back. And providing support to her.
And trying to do all I can for the middle child, I'm creating language activities for him, because he's non verbal, to try and get him talking. Trying to get him to socialise without hitting and snatching. Or screaming. Between the frequent, frequent clothes changes. He goes through about 5 outfits a day, because he just soaks himself every time he's given a drink, or food. I suspect that he has PICA because he eats everything in sight. The past few weeks he's been trying to eat his wooden toys... the boy is fed but nothing seems to compare to the objects he wants to eat. He doesn't really sleep. He was up until 12 screaming, then back up at 2, and then back up at 6:30. He refuses to nap. He frequently hits and I've currently got about 8 bruises on my body from him. He doesn't nap and if he goes to the childminder he screams and refuses food or drink until I collect him so the one time I have with the youngest and lowest needs child I no longer have. The time was set out to get on with housework and attend a baby group on the days he attends but it never works out that way.
I'm snowed under with clothes. Fucking clothes everywhere....they're sort of in piles to wash, or on airers or ready to put away, but I can't leave him for even a few minutes because he's always on a mission to hurt himself or destroy something. I've devised a plan to try and colour code his outfits for each day in future so I can hopefully put all of his days outfits in at once I may even do the same for myself and the baby.
I'm just so exhausted and feel like there's no way out. I have no time or energy for anything outside of the kids and their needs.
Things like the garden have just been forgotten about, painting that needs redoing. Putting the Christmas tree up is a hope that I'm not sure I'll ever fit in. The middle child will just scream and try to eat everything and this morning he turned around in his chair and decorated my kitchen radiator with a sachet of prunes as I put a few plates from breakfast in the dishwasher.
By 9am I'd had enough of my day. I've felt tired and unwell for a really long time, and I've constantly got a mouth full of ulcers. I think that the stress is really taking a toll on both my mental and physical health. I feel so useless for not coping better.