I know that single parents are, as a group, no less capable of raising children wonderfully than two-parent families. I know that there is a great deal of stigma and discrimination against single parents and their children, and that I do not want to add to it by being "one of those single moms," and thereby reinforcing that faulty belief. But, seriously, right now I am one of those moms who gives single moms a bad name. I'm struggling in so many ways that I'm not sure I'd be struggling if my kids had another parent.
Just a few examples... I so badly want to be able to help my son with his homework (he has AD/HD and possibly Asperger's), but I have a toddler, and she can't amuse herself well in the evenings. It's a gong show between trying to help my son remain focussed, helping with the actual questions, and trying to keep dd happy. I so badly want to take my kids out to go for regular hikes or swimming or whatever, but half the time I'm completely worn out by just keeping up with them and the minutia of day-to-day life. I so badly want to feed my kids nutritious foods the majority of the time, but I lapse in that frequently because I just can't seem to plan far enough ahead to avoid those "tired, overwhelmed, and dealing with two kids who need food NOW" moments. I really want to teach my ds certain things that he's found it hard to pick up on and enforce certain expectations that he's been resisting, but I just seem to be too thinly stretched to fight those battles. Dental hygeine is but one example; it turns out he has four cavities, two of which require mini root canals. He's been "brushing", but in order for it to be effective, I would have to watch him and coach him the entire time, which I just haven't been able to do.
I feel so sad that ds has lost his dad. I worry that I'm just not going to cut it for him; I have no knowledge of things like sports (things all his friends are into, and which all of them learn from and do with their dads), I have no interest in video games (something I'm not really in favour of anyway, but that ds used to share with his dad), I'm strung out, and this poor kid just never gets a break from me. At least when his dad was alive, he'd get some of those things. Another person, perspective, and chance to receive support.
As for dd, I feel like I'm totally failing her. I decided to have her when I became pregnant unexpectedly, but after two years of hell dealing with her dad, a relapse with my bipolar disorder due to going off my meds once I found out I was pregnant, and the limits she places on my time to do justice to ds, I find myself wishing I'd never had her. That sounds so awful, and I know I won't always feel like that, but it's just been so hard.
So now I've had to start going gradually back onto meds, but my doctor has recommended I wean dd because this medication ends up at therapeutic levels in breastfed babies, and nobody is sure what long term effects that may have. I have had months to wean her, and I feel like I've worked through a lot of the grief that *I* feel about weaning before she's ready (she's now 16 months), but she's so attached to it. And the thing is, there's nobody else but me around. When she's asking to nurse and won't be distracted, it's really, really hard. So weaning is going terribly slowly, and meanwhile my daughter's health could be at risk.
Then there's sleep. Dd is still up 5-10 times a night, which I didn't mind so much when she was nursing back to sleep because I didn't fully wake up. But now with trying to wean, it means I'm a basket case of I stick to my guns and get her to fall back to sleep on her own all night.
This is so disjointed and scattered! Anyway, I'm guess I'm just hoping some of you might send some positive energy my way. I've never felt quite this incapable and substandard before in my life. I really don't recognize myself these days, and am hoping to become more grounded soon, before I completely fall to ashes and drift away.
Just a few examples... I so badly want to be able to help my son with his homework (he has AD/HD and possibly Asperger's), but I have a toddler, and she can't amuse herself well in the evenings. It's a gong show between trying to help my son remain focussed, helping with the actual questions, and trying to keep dd happy. I so badly want to take my kids out to go for regular hikes or swimming or whatever, but half the time I'm completely worn out by just keeping up with them and the minutia of day-to-day life. I so badly want to feed my kids nutritious foods the majority of the time, but I lapse in that frequently because I just can't seem to plan far enough ahead to avoid those "tired, overwhelmed, and dealing with two kids who need food NOW" moments. I really want to teach my ds certain things that he's found it hard to pick up on and enforce certain expectations that he's been resisting, but I just seem to be too thinly stretched to fight those battles. Dental hygeine is but one example; it turns out he has four cavities, two of which require mini root canals. He's been "brushing", but in order for it to be effective, I would have to watch him and coach him the entire time, which I just haven't been able to do.
I feel so sad that ds has lost his dad. I worry that I'm just not going to cut it for him; I have no knowledge of things like sports (things all his friends are into, and which all of them learn from and do with their dads), I have no interest in video games (something I'm not really in favour of anyway, but that ds used to share with his dad), I'm strung out, and this poor kid just never gets a break from me. At least when his dad was alive, he'd get some of those things. Another person, perspective, and chance to receive support.
As for dd, I feel like I'm totally failing her. I decided to have her when I became pregnant unexpectedly, but after two years of hell dealing with her dad, a relapse with my bipolar disorder due to going off my meds once I found out I was pregnant, and the limits she places on my time to do justice to ds, I find myself wishing I'd never had her. That sounds so awful, and I know I won't always feel like that, but it's just been so hard.
So now I've had to start going gradually back onto meds, but my doctor has recommended I wean dd because this medication ends up at therapeutic levels in breastfed babies, and nobody is sure what long term effects that may have. I have had months to wean her, and I feel like I've worked through a lot of the grief that *I* feel about weaning before she's ready (she's now 16 months), but she's so attached to it. And the thing is, there's nobody else but me around. When she's asking to nurse and won't be distracted, it's really, really hard. So weaning is going terribly slowly, and meanwhile my daughter's health could be at risk.
Then there's sleep. Dd is still up 5-10 times a night, which I didn't mind so much when she was nursing back to sleep because I didn't fully wake up. But now with trying to wean, it means I'm a basket case of I stick to my guns and get her to fall back to sleep on her own all night.
This is so disjointed and scattered! Anyway, I'm guess I'm just hoping some of you might send some positive energy my way. I've never felt quite this incapable and substandard before in my life. I really don't recognize myself these days, and am hoping to become more grounded soon, before I completely fall to ashes and drift away.









Wow, you have so much on your plate!! You are an amazingly strong mama!!! You'll get through this! It's okay that your kids don't always eat, organic and healthy foods, it's okay that you can't do everything and be everything and know how to do everything. Your son will learn how to play sports with his friends at school, he'll play video games with his friends, too. And you're not failing your dd. You are there for her, comforting her, nursing her. You are a good mama. You have so much to deal with and it's so hard some days. Be easy on yourself and love yourself because you can only do so much. You are doing a really good job.




