Don’t know how to say this out loud, it’s like I can’t get my words out but I can write my feelings easier so as a long time user of Mumsnet, I’ve come for some advice/support/a kick up the backside.
I have an almost 3 year old DD and a 4 month old DS. I’ve been married for 12 years this year, we were childhood sweethearts and I’m still just as in love with him now as I was then.
On paper, I have a Husband who owns his own business, works hard, he’s kind, a hands on Dad, he’s affectionate to me, caring, we rarely argue, our children adore him, we have a lovely home which is calm and a million miles from what I experienced as a child, we can afford a holiday abroad each year, we can afford heating and food, our DD has just started nursery 2 days a week 9-3pm and I’m fortunate enough to be able to be a SAHM until DS is 2 and then I’ll go back to work part time.
I had a rocky childhood, drug addict/alcoholic Mum, Dad who was happy to let his parents raise me when my Mum and him divorced, there was domestic abuse from both sides, I often was picked up at 2/3am because the police had been called and they’d call my Nan & Grandad to come and get me (this is from age 3-8), I was sexually abused by a family friend also. At 8, I went to live with my Grandparents permanently and they gave me the best childhood from then on. I married at 21 and had sadly lost my Grandad to cancer the year before. My Nan died 4 years later of cancer too.
I suffer with anxiety and depression, on medication since my early teens and finally it’s been under control after a mental breakdown in 2021 after my 13th miscarriage (with no cause found), I spent some time in a psychiatric hospital, attended therapy and we conceived a year later, our 14th pregnancy and our beautiful DD.
I had one more miscarriage when DD was around 1 then went on to having another healthy pregnancy and DS was born last September.
BUT I feel like the shittest Mum and wife.
DD wants me to play all of the time and I really cannot stand it, I get so bored, I really don’t want to sit on the floor for hours moving figures around pretending to be fairies etc I lose interest quickly and find myself wishing I was alone for just 15 minutes because I feel so overstimulated. I hate even writing this, she’s my whole heart and I love her to death, I’d happily take a bullet for her without a second thought but asking me to play fairies again? No thank you. But I do it. For a while. Then I feel guilty that I’m not doing housework.
That leads me on to my next “thing”, I am obsessed with keeping the house immaculate, I hate crumbs, dust, clutter, toys out, I clean every single day and I cannot relax or settle my mind until I have done so. So, I end up telling her “mummy will play in a minute” over and over until I’m satisfied that the house is clean enough but by then it’s like she’s sick of hearing it and she’s playing by herself then I feel overwhelming guilt which makes me cry.
Then there is DS, I spent so long just cuddling DD, walking with her in her pram (born in spring), playing with her etc but DS practically lives in his swing seat until the evening except from feeding, some playing on his play mat, nappy changes and the odd 2 minute cuddle before DD wants me again. I feel so much guilt towards him.
I thought I’d hate DD being at nursery but I love it, she loves it and it means I get some time to sort things/interact with DS more/clean uninterrupted.
DD is a fussy eater, we rotate 5 meals we know she’ll eat and she is not a fan of fruit or veg even though I weaned her on healthy foods. Another thing to feel guilty about. She also refuses to potty train/toilet train despite us buying 2 potties, steps for the toilet, she chose some character knickers etc. my friends children of the same age are now dry in the day.
I’m constantly exhausted, my brain doesn’t rest, I go to bed and even after taking a sleeping tablet I’ll wake up thinking of something random I need to do (stupid things like sort out kids clothes and bag up what no longer fits them for charity) which I won’t actually do for 3 months because I’ll keep putting it off and procrastinating whilst being annoyed at myself for not doing it.
I feel overwhelmed ALL of the time, I feel touched out, tired, overstimulated. My sex drive is practically non existent bar a few days of the month because of this pure exhaustion I feel. I just can’t see why I can’t be happy/why I’m not happy. Kids both sleep well, we’ve been lucky. I don’t work, I have no excuse to be tired.
I feel like I’m failing them all and I don’t know what to do about it, I’ve even thought maybe I could have inattentive ADHD but there’s just constantly noise in my head no matter what.
Sometimes I just think they’d be better off without me but over my dead body will I ever leave them scarred from childhood like I am but what if I already am by refusing to play for hours a day etc? I just don’t know what to do or who to turn to anymore 😢
Despite all of this, our DD is happy, funny, amazing, we have proper conversations, we read to her, she’s loved and cuddled and kissed and adored so much (as is DS).
If you’ve read this all then thank you and I’m sorry for the ramblings but I feel like my head is going to explode.