Holy cow. Where to start? I'm sure many of you have read some of my other posts here, but here's a brief recap:
hubby works six days a week with the only car we have.
I have a four month old and an almost 3-year old.
My MIL, the only one close by and the only one who can babysit once in a while, broke her right ankle and left foot.
My DH has back problems and his job is exacerbating it; he's practically immobile by the time he gets home.
We are in a hole, money-wise, and cannot afford any sort of healthcare until he gets insurance through his new job, which will take at least another two months.... so no chiro., no therapy, no nothing.
I have been going totally psycho. Not a day goes by where I don't scream at DD and leave DS in his crib screaming. I am so depressed that I am numb to their cries. Then I hate myself so horribly that I am plagued by immobilizing guilt, and I cry and cry and cry.
I tell myself that DD would be better off in a happy place, like a waldorf-style preschool or something, but with no money and no transportation, we are S.O.L. I dread every morning of my life, because I know as soon as DH walks out the door the chaos will begin.
BTW - I don't have thoughts of hurting myself or my kids. But on some days, I hate myself for having kids, hate my DH for "getting me pregnant", and almost despise my kids for being so unruly and undisciplined. Sometimes it takes every ounce of power within me to not freak out and spank DD. Once in a while, I'll smack the dogs, then I feel like the most despicable human on the face of the earth for not being able to control my rage and anger.
By the time DH gets home, I have so much hatred inside that I can't even look at him. He is so exhausted and physically drained that he can't even hold a conversation.
I feel like our lives are horrible. DH says, "We have it so much better than other people out there! We have a house, two great kids, blah, blah, blah...." and I know it's true, but my emotions will not accept logic or reason!!!!!
I honestly do not know what to do. By the time Sunday rolls around, I feel so hopeless and miserable I can't even really do anything. Any suggestions? Please help.
hubby works six days a week with the only car we have.
I have a four month old and an almost 3-year old.
My MIL, the only one close by and the only one who can babysit once in a while, broke her right ankle and left foot.
My DH has back problems and his job is exacerbating it; he's practically immobile by the time he gets home.
We are in a hole, money-wise, and cannot afford any sort of healthcare until he gets insurance through his new job, which will take at least another two months.... so no chiro., no therapy, no nothing.
I have been going totally psycho. Not a day goes by where I don't scream at DD and leave DS in his crib screaming. I am so depressed that I am numb to their cries. Then I hate myself so horribly that I am plagued by immobilizing guilt, and I cry and cry and cry.
I tell myself that DD would be better off in a happy place, like a waldorf-style preschool or something, but with no money and no transportation, we are S.O.L. I dread every morning of my life, because I know as soon as DH walks out the door the chaos will begin.
BTW - I don't have thoughts of hurting myself or my kids. But on some days, I hate myself for having kids, hate my DH for "getting me pregnant", and almost despise my kids for being so unruly and undisciplined. Sometimes it takes every ounce of power within me to not freak out and spank DD. Once in a while, I'll smack the dogs, then I feel like the most despicable human on the face of the earth for not being able to control my rage and anger.
By the time DH gets home, I have so much hatred inside that I can't even look at him. He is so exhausted and physically drained that he can't even hold a conversation.
I feel like our lives are horrible. DH says, "We have it so much better than other people out there! We have a house, two great kids, blah, blah, blah...." and I know it's true, but my emotions will not accept logic or reason!!!!!
I honestly do not know what to do. By the time Sunday rolls around, I feel so hopeless and miserable I can't even really do anything. Any suggestions? Please help.










:

