After spending another day in tears, with 2 crying children, in an absolute shithole of a house, I thought I'd post here for advice.
Since my daughter was born in January I've found myself feeling increasingly hopeless. I ust don't know what to do. My house is in such a state, I'm ashamed that we live here, ashamed that I'm bringing up 2 children in this dump, but nothing at all can motivate me to get up off my fat arse to do something about it. My little boy, who'll be 2 next week, spends all day watching telly. I never get us up & dressed to go out & do anything, we just sit in the house all the time. I find it so difficult to get us all ready & out the door. I don't drive, I'm desperate to learn but we can't even afford to send off for my provisional licence. I love my children, I know I do, but I get so angry with them. Dd spends all day crying, she sleeps for no more than 15 minutes at a time & spends the rest of the time crying. If she does go to sleep, chances are my son will wake her up. His behaiviour is terrible, and I know it's my fault because he's had such a shit life so far, but I don't know what to do to make him happy. I'm disgustingly fat, I bought a new pair of jeans the other day, a size 18, and they don't fit, they're too tight. But I just keep eating. I know if I told my mom how I'm feeling she'd be here straight away to help me, but I feel ashamed. I go to college once a week, I'm desperate to be a midwife so I'm doing an access course, but I'm behind on my work because I can't be bothered. I keep lieing to myself, saying that the reason I haven't been doing it is because I don't have time, but if I'm being honest, it's because I'm just too lazy. I keep thinking that my children would be so much happier with somebody else. I shout at my son, and I can't make my beautiful little baby girl stop crying. I love them so much, and I want the best for them, but how can I give that to them when I don't even take them out? It's ridiculous. My oh knows I'm feeling a bit crap, but he works so he doesn't see how I am during the day, and he doesn't seem to understand what's wrong with me. I think he thinks I'm lazy. Which I am, but you know what I mean. I don't know what I'm expecting people to say. Say it's normal? I really don't know what to do, and feel so silly just writing all of this for strangers to read, but I can't bring myself to tell anyvbody in 'real life'.