It's a lovely combination I have but today it is the dyspraxia. I wrote 'new wife and mother without dyspraxia or anxiety' on our chalkboard grocery list today.
I am just so exhausted by it. DH and the DC are not at all dyspraxic and can organise and craft things and, in DH's case, do the building work that we desperately need in addition to his regular work.
We can't hire builders cos they won't touch the house with a 10 foot pole. We have tried. And if I weren't dyspraxic, I could do some of the work so it wasn't all DH.
And because DH works and does all that and I am only a SAHM (no one wants to employ a 40 yo failure with a stupid disability), I feel utterly worthless all the time.
And I don't know what to do about it. Sometimes I think if I could beat myself up enough, I'd crack like an egg and a competent, successful woman would emerge. Sure I would be gone but that woman who emerged would be so much better for my family.
I don't know what I hope to achieve by writing this but I needed to get it out and I have nowhere else to put it.