I hope I'm not going to offend anyone by posting in this topic. I couldn't see anywhere more suitable, and posters on this board will understand / have advice.
I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of a hysterical meltdown. I need to scream and yell and kick things just to let some pressure off, but I can't.
Dh is away for a few months. I have a 2 year old and a 6 month old. I have no family anywhere close and neither dc go to nursery. I'm full time SAHM and it's bloody relentless.
Dd is so anxious about her daddy going away that she's clinging to me for all she's worth and will barely let anyone else talk to her, let alone help her do anything (screamed when my friend offered to lift her in to the swing at the playground, sobbed when another friend helped her with her coat). Plus she's just, well, 2.6 and FULL of it. Naughty, challenging, relentless. She's probably absolutely gorgeous but I barely have the time or energy to appreciate her.
Ds just won't sleep. We're now on 2 hourly feeds plus one extra overnight, and the odd 20 minute catnap in the daytime. Admittedly this is a big improvement on last week where he was only sleeping for 20 - 40 minutes at a stretch overnight. Dd gets up at around 4. I could weep for a couple of hours of unbroken sleep. It's been weeks and weeks since I had more than 3 hours in a row, and that only very rarely and not in the last fortnight.
In the daytime I just seem to hurl myself from one bit of drugery to the next. Clean up sick. Wipe a bottom. Change the washing. Mop the floor. Take the rubbish out. Clean the high chair. Pay the bills. It never ends and despite never stopping the house still looks like we've been burgled. It's depressing.
Then there's the dog. It probably seems trivial, but I'm really upset by how much my relationshiop with the dog has suffered. She used to be my little pooch. Now she's just the straw that broke the camel's back. She sheds hair so I have to hoover daily. She swam in the duck pond and then had a snooze on the white sofa - I'd only washed and replaced the covers the day before. She's wheat intollerant and usually so good about not eating things the children drop, but suddenly she's got the devil in her, she's eating everyting and consequently vomiting everywhere. I am permanently cross with her.
My family keep phoning up to laugh at me. It's a sort of "Aha!! Not so clever now, you've bitten off more than you can chew" sort of thing but I'm not sure why I deserve it. Also, because apparently I was a challenging 2-year-old (who wasn't?), it's my come-uppance to have my hands full with dd and not really know how to cope.
I just want 10 minutes off. Just some time where I'm not listening out for the next wail, wondering if the washing cycle is finished, mentally running through what I still have to do before I can collapse in to bed for another 6 hours of continually broken sleep.
Sorry this is so moaning and negative. I've been on the verge of tears all day and if nothing else it feels good to write it down. I feel rubbish. I can't do this. I've got weeks still to go with never a moment off and the thought numbs me.