I don't know how to be a mum in the way I want to be.
I never expected to be good at it, but I work super hard all the time and as long as I'm working I feel like I'm doing a pretty good job. But it doesn't seem to get easier, if anything it's getting harder as they learn ways around my techniques and push me to the limit in every possible way. I feel like I'm back in an abusive relationship only this time I literally cannot leave.
This afternoon alone I have been purposely stung with stinging nettles, had things thrown at my stomach and head and been shouted at at top volume. I have been nagged non stop to provide food, but when dinner was prepared half an hour early it was left uneaten. Noone had the energy to play at all whilst I was cooking, they sat lethargically at my feet moaning they were starving, but once it was on plates they were suddenly engrossed with toys and had no interest in coming to the table or eating at all. It isn't that they don't like the food, it just all feels like total mind games. I know in 2 hours time they'll be telling me they're too hungry to sleep. How are you supposed to react in that situation?! I've taken myself upstairs before exploding with the frustration of it. Most days I'm trying my hardest to make everything a game but my energy for it wanes more and more each week. I just never expected this to be so hard; it's relentless and thankless. There's a moment in every day where I feel like I've just totally ruined my life. I never want them to know it, desperately trying to create a harmonious household and for them to feel loved and cherish, and in return I get called a poo head. It's breaking my heart.