I can’t cope with my naughty children and my skint husband.
I’m a stay at home mum, not out of choice but because childcare is too expensive. If I worked I basically would be paying to go to work. I really solely on my self employed husband who is so blasé about money it infuriates me. He basically puts his head in the sand about our finances and keeps me on a need to know basis. He has on several occasions plunged us in to debt and continues to do so. I currently have two holidays booked that we can no way afford. He told me at the time of booking that we could afford them and now we are so skint I can’t take the kids out or buy any food for the next week. It the summer holidays! They are 10, 5 and 2.
I’ve kept the kids indoors for 4 days to save money and they are driving me mad.
Today my 4 year old got a sharpie and drew on our sofa, herself and my 2 year old daughter. I have to hide all food treats because they eat them all in one go and they are constantly climbing in the cupboards to find them. After the sharpie incident I let them do some crafting unattended whilst I cleaned another room and they pretty much destroyed the kitchen. I couldn’t bear to be in the same room as them - I just needed to be away from them. My husband came in from work and started moaning about the mess and lack of supervision - he is right but I can’t cope. He works long hours and comes home and spends all evening in his office whilst I feel overwhelmed and struggle to get them to bed.
I have managed to get a bit of an evening routine together lately whereby they get to bed but tonight my husband put the two youngest children in the bath then left them to sleep in the same room. Stupid idea - they will never sleep together. He then went to bed. I was left to try and get them to sleep apart - unsuccessfully. I went upstairs for the hundredth time to separate them, followed by much screaming, I let them go together. I came up again to find them attempting to smear shampoo over themselves and the bed. I took everything away and shouted at them to go to sleep. I came downstairs and heard them speaking again - I shouted “go to bed”. My husband then woke up and started swearing at me and told me I’m the worst mother in the world. I literally want to pack my bags and leave him to it or jump off a bridge.