Following yet another morning in tears (about which I posted but got no replies) and a pretty similar evening, I've realised I can't go on like this and something drastic has to change. I'm seriously at breaking point and I'm not coping.
I've thought really hard about the one thing that would improve the quality of our family and individual lives, and that's to reduce the level of conflict in the house.
Our household is me (chronically ill, with depression and bad anxiety), DS18 (really good lad, head screwed on and helps me deal with his sisters. He can be a little lazy around the house though. I have to nag him to help with housework), DD9 (fantastically arty, suffers with serious MH problems, personally suspect HF autism, although improving has violent meltdowns, professionals involved although struggling to get any actual help) and DD6 (nearly 7. Endures a lot of violence and bullying from her sister, sometimes gives as good as she gets, accident prone, head in the clouds, very clingy with me, can be quite defiant and difficult).
There's a lot of low level conflict in terms of I have to nag everybody to do anything to help out. My DD's literally just drop their litter where they are standing and don't even think about putting it in the bin. I get so sick of the sound of my own voice telling them over and over and over to put stuff in the bin. I feel like the house ski by most of the time. Then cajoling everybody to get ready in the morning when I've invariably slept in (chronic exhaustion with illness) and we're rushing to get ready but the kids are pissing about with something non-essential. I did at one time make a timetable thinking it would help the kids realise how little time we have in a typical day to get stuff done. It didn't help.
Then there's the high conflict stuff. My DD's bicker and fight what feels like all day, every day. They squabble over every inconsequential minutiae. Who got the most cereal, whose turn it is to sit in the front of the car, which chair to sit in, whose iPad needs charging more urgently, who I love more. You get the picture. This often erupts into physical violence but DD2 usually comes off the worse. At times I've seriously worried that DD1 will properly do her some irreversible damage at some point. DD2 is very tall and physically strong and I struggle to deal with her when she is violent like this.
And then there's me shouting. It gets to the point where I'm literally screaming at them because I can't take it from them anymore. I have no patience at all. Of course this just scares them and makes them cry. I hate myself and the mother I've become. My DC deserve better. I feel a crushing guilt all the time and vow to change but I don't ever know where to start.
They are currently not seeing their father so I am a lone parent dealing with this and don't get a break unless my DS babysits. It's got to the point where I don't enjoy their company and I am really not enjoying motherhood which I never would have believed a few short years ago. Our home is seldom a happy place which makes me feel desperately sad for my children who are getting a shitty childhood.
Can someone please help me with ideas to change this? I want to enjoy being a family again 