Having a bit of a tumultous (sp?) time at the moment and having rotating bouts of feeling either an inept, fed up or horrible parent...
DD (10) had to undergo hip surgery just after Christmas and is on very slow recovery, managing to injure herself whenever we try to get her moving a bit more as part of the rehab, causing set-backs with the recovery. This has also lead to finding early signs of osteoporosis in the ankle of her bad leg, which she twisted whilst using her walker. This means she needs to get weight bearing and moving, which of course increases the amount of winging, potential injury and me having to 'bully' her into trying a little bit harder.
Not sure whether she's just a major klutz, lazy or enjoying being centre of attention at school and getting special treatment there because she's in a wheelchair/walking frame. I didn't mind playing 'Jeeves' for the first 4 weeks, but it's getting a bit much, not to mention that sitting in a wheelchair seems to make her more and more lazy... And I know, this sounds rather harsh a statement.
She also gets recurrent bouts of slight temperature and exhaustion (undestandably especially when we're pushing her a bit harder to get moving), which means I can't send her so school because of her 'condition'. Before the op, if she had 37.2 I'd give her panadol and off she went, but now... school is more likely to send her home (also understandably). But that means I have to take lots of annual leave from a job I've only had since September. They're good about it but I feel stressed about it.
Mentally I know that she is recovering and I should be patient and helpful etc.; emotionally I'm not quite there anymore...
DS (7) has been dealing with it remarkably well, being the helpful big/little brother. But he's starting to go off the rails as well and got into trouble at school on Friday ending up in a major fight with his best friends of all people!
Doesn't help that dh and I are additionally stressed because we have to move house as our landlord is selling.
So I'm having days where I a) don't want to get up and b) 'need' 1-2 bottles of cider, chocolate and a Xanex so that I can sleep at night... possibly first stages of depression, but I don't have time to seek counselling... and yes I probably should make time...
DH is helping where he can, but his fuse is even shorter than mine and he's working extra hours so we have the money to afford having to move (he's working the next 21 days straight!)
Thanks for reading this far, if you got this far ;)