OK, so I dont like namechangers, when its just for the sake of it or to be prat without showing yourself.
But, I have namechanged. Because I seem to be moaning a lot. Hence my name, and I don't really want people to just think of me as my name suggests. I am usually a lot happier.
I just need to ramble really, it might go on a bit. Tell me to shut up, get a grip, or come along with your own woes if you think they have a place, if you need to get out your own feelings too. You are welcome to come and advise me, hug me, wallow with me.
It is 9pm. I am half way through my dinner of frozen spaghetti, a mouthful of which I have choken on trying to eat it too quickly. It is cold. The reason it is cold is that I have been to see my beautiful, non-sleeping 2yo dd for the milionth time 'milk!' 'water' 'scosh'! 'poo'd' etc etc, anything to stop sleeping.
I am in on my own. My DH has gone out. For some reason, whenever DH goes out, DD wont sleep, she plays up, yells,cries, sad, angry noises whatever it takes to get my head pounding. I think it is because daddy is going out, so he does not bother making much night time effort, just gets his shit together and goes out Says good night to her, but she sees him go, and spends at least half hour wanting daddy kisses.
I am exhausted. I dont sleep well at the best of times, suffer from insomnia, a legacy of my mother's death last year that still lingers, although I am over the grief stage, if you can ever be (or if I was ever there at all, in the grief stage, never felt like it). These last few weeks I have been more tired than usual, walloped with a virus on top of DH snoring badly, not getting enough sleep, working too much. Took last week off work.
Today, I just feel like I am hanging on by a thread. To reality, to giving a toss. Its very hard to explain. I feel like giving up. But not because I want to give up, but because I want to not try. I dont want to not have what I have, I just dont want to make any more effort for a while.
I want to go to bed, curl up, and sleep, I want my DD to come and jump on me, and pretend to read to me, and be there, but for me to have it all while I sleep. B
To be a good parent, for us to be good parents is important to me, so giving up is not in reality an option, but I sometimes, and more and more recently, feel myself receeeding. Into myself, into a bubble of me, and DH and DD, and the important things around me only. Even my cats have been relegated out of my 'pack' right now, they dont get as much fuss as normal.
I feel like my world as I know it is moving further away from me, I can almost see if going and I dont miss it. And that scares me.
It does not make sense, I am sure. I dont feel like smiling. Mostly, but I could never have DD not seeing me smiling so I smile, and everyone sees me happy, and I think I mostly convince myself I am happy. I wonder if I am convincing myself I am not happy. I feel numb a lot. And I am not really sure why I feel like this.
But it all started when my mum became ill, so its connected somehow I guess, but I cant really see it.