My separation is pretty recent (under 2
months) and brief backstory is that we left the family home after years of escalating verbal and emotional abuse.
The children are 9 and 6 and are spending time with their dad but more than 50% of the time are with me in our rented (shabby, small) flat. The issue is that since we moved I’ve let all routines and rules slide, the first few weeks they were allowed to watch as much TV as they wanted, snacks at all hours, my fussy child wasn’t made to eat a single vegetable, going to bed way too late, etc etc. I’ve also let lots slide as I don’t have much motivation - still haven’t completely unpacked since we moved and I’m not keeping the flat clean and tidy. For clarity, the children are fed, dressed in clean clothes,brush their teeth every day, going to school etc but I just feel like I’ve set a precedent and it will be really hard to get them out of the constant iPad/tv stage and back to actually playing with their toys, reading books etc as well as curbing the sugar intake and eating more balanced meals.
When we were in the family home their dad was massively demanding about rules and their routines (no TV on school days, and never before 6pm, no snacks, clearing their plate at dinner -
same meals as us etc etc) which was a huge source of tension between us. There was no such thing as a lazy day at home, we always had to go out for walks or outings and be “productive”
with our time. Also i was expected to keep on top of all the cleaning and tidying on top of working full time and doing 90% of the child related stuff (even with all the weekend outings), so it was natural that once I got away from him there would be a change. But actually it’s driving me mad! I don’t want to just let everything go, and it’s not feeling relaxing/relaxed as I thought it might, as I find it hard to be around the mess, clutter and chaos! This morning the children spent bloody hours on the iPad, helped themselves to kinder eggs as a morning snack and are now playing some crazy game and possibly destroying the living room while still in their pyjamas (at 11.30), and I’m just sitting on my bed letting them get on with it.
I don’t know how well I’ve processed the trauma of the last few years and leaving him yet and do wonder if this is all part of it, and I’ll get back to being more motivated at some point.
This came out longer than I wanted, but I suppose I’m just looking for either reassurance that this is normal, or suggestions on how to find some balance?