I have a DS who is 29 months, a good boy who can be a handful particularly when he has to share his toys! Not a bad sleeper and has good days and bad days with eating.
DSS who is 5 who we have every weekend, who is a lovely little boy. Sometimes he and DS get on, but the majority of the time they fight like cat and dog, constantly want the same toys at the same time, punching, biting despite us constantly breaking them up, telling them to share etc.
I work fulltime as does my DH and feel like I am breaking down inside.
I dread every night as the kids rarely go straight down to sleep, despite our efforts in sleep training and even if they do go down to sleep reasonably well, DD still wakes 2-3 times a night for a bf and generally isn't settling back down. Keep putting this down to teething/ ear infection/ cold?but she always seems to be ill or teething! My DH gets wound up and we end up snapping at each other.
Weekends approach and yet more arguing as the boys start to bicker/fight and this in turn leads to me and DH arguing as he feels I come down heavier on DSS than DS and I am constantly on his back. I have tried to 'detach' from disiplining DSS but ashamedly I do shout at the kids when they push me to the limit. And as stupid as it sounds (and yes, he is just a little boy its not personal I know- I am one sick individual) DSS doesn't listen to anything I say, do anything I ask, he acts like I'm not there and it feels so bloody personal even tho I know its not and I'm being so stupid as he is a little boy.
I just feel I'm losing the plot.
Every weekend is a battle ground. I love my family I really do but I think about how much better off they would be without me, or how much better off my DH would be without me, one less battle to fight.
I want to give up. I always thought having the family I so longed for, great husband (most of the time-he has 'issues' but that?s a whole other thread) and loevly home would complete my happiness but I just have this oppressing, crushing, black feeling with me.
As most families we have money problems which doesn't help but my DH doesn't seem to acknowledge this.
I occasionly talk to my husband but how can he help me? Its all in my head, my feelings of inadequacy, talking won't help.
I feel like I'm at my wits end and I can't see ahead of me?I know I won't do anything rash as I have my two children to think about but I don't want to pin my happiness on them?how selfish am I?
I don't know what to do. I don't even know why I'm posting on MN, I guess just some 'direction', I guess a slap around the face 'pull yourself together' kind of answers, I don't know. I know I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself and I should appreciate what I have got, stop moaning and get on with it as hundreds of thousands of other mums do.
Has anyone else been in this sort of 'situation' and come out the other side?
Thank you for reading this epic of a post.