Sigh. I want to preface this with an apology for any mispoken terms. I mean no offense.
I am worried about my relationship with my spouse. I don't know how much of this is relevent, but here goes.
We have three children a 6 year old daughter (my daughter from a previous relationship), a 2 year old son and a 5mos old. My spouse had trouble breastfeeding our two year old, and we had to go through the whole failure to thrive nightmare with social services and the county attorney (we officially lost custody for a week while he was in the hospital though my wife was never forced to leave his side - don't get me started). When we got him home one of the recommendations by the lactation consultant was that my wife use an SNS (yes she is a member of La Leche). Since that grudgingly pacified the doctor and the county attorney we went with it - barely escaping with our sanity and family intact.
Well, with our youngest we've been having the same trouble and as a consequence she has fallen back on using an SNS. Okay, I totally support her on this and whatever she feels works in the end is all right with me. Not surprisingly since the first incident my wife has become increasingly focused and protective of our two youngest children. Unfortunately, she seems to be withdrawing more and more from the rest of our family.
My spouse chose to be a stay at home mom and I chose to be a college professor so I could both be with my family and work in my field (it's hard to pass up an opportunity to be salary and get four months off a year). We have tried to divvy up the chores - I do dishes, she does laundry, we both take turns cooking, but I find myself increasingly doing everything around the home, scrubbing tubs, vacuuming, bathing the children even cooking most of our meals lately. At the risk of sounding too boo-hooish I feel like I am working two shifts. To make matters worse, we had a major disagreement with our landlord which resulted in us needing to find a new apartment and move in at the beginning of this past month. So we finally found a nice place with less than a week to go until we had to be out of the old, and after working all day I would come home, made supper, did dishes, bathed and tucked the children in bed then packed 'til the wee hours of the morning. My spouse managed to pack the whole time maybe two or three boxes out of our three bedroom house. Needless to say I was beat.
I tried hard to point out how important it was that we get our stuff packed, but she said (as she's been saying for some time) she just doesn't see how she can do any more than she already is. So not only did I pack everything, I also moved all the big stuff with the help of my brother who drives a big delivery truck which we could use. I had been hoping to have everything packed by the time he came to help so we could make the most of it, but since I was doing all of the packing I just couldn't get it done in time. As a consequence I ended up moving most of the boxes in the trunk and back seat of our crown victoria.
Unfortunately, because I was doing all the packing and moving (and unpacking - we ran out of boxes) on top of working and cooking and whatnot I just wasn't able to get all of our stuff out of the old place on time. As I'm sure you can imagine the landlord is less than understanding, and the whole episode has been quite frustrating. In fact I don't think I've thought more long and hard about divorce than these past couple of weeks. She however accuses me of being jealous of her attention to the children (an arguement I strongly dispute especially since outside of breakfast and lunch she doesn't bathe them or brush their teeth - she doesn't have time).
She seems especially unmotivated. Initially she was critical of the fact that I wasn't vigorously pursuing new options for moving, and then after we found the place she was all for capitulating to the landlord and staying where we were. I know she really hates the area we live in (we met while we were in college in Madison, WI) after the incident with our first son, but this was the first job for me out of college in my field (with all the benefits I mentioned earlier). Initially she tried to find work and make friends, but she turned down a position working for a local radio station (a position I felt was a great starting job for her since it was in her field) because the pay was "too low" (we're in a very rural area). Since then she's pretty much given up on looking for work, let alone making friends.
Sigh. Of course I'm rambling and oversimplifying. I'm just feeling really stressed out about everything. Now that we're in the new place I'm still unpacking, and making dinners, and washing dishes and after all of that I just feel like I'm not getting to spend any time with our kids let alone my spouse outside of supper (needless to say we haven't been very affectionate with each other in a while). I've suggested nights out and letting the grandparents watch the kids (no dice). I've encouraged her to help with the unpacking (no dice). I'm thinking therapy now, but I just want someone to tell me I'm not being a twit and there is something wrong. I just don't feel like we're a team on anything anymore.

sertsa
I am worried about my relationship with my spouse. I don't know how much of this is relevent, but here goes.
We have three children a 6 year old daughter (my daughter from a previous relationship), a 2 year old son and a 5mos old. My spouse had trouble breastfeeding our two year old, and we had to go through the whole failure to thrive nightmare with social services and the county attorney (we officially lost custody for a week while he was in the hospital though my wife was never forced to leave his side - don't get me started). When we got him home one of the recommendations by the lactation consultant was that my wife use an SNS (yes she is a member of La Leche). Since that grudgingly pacified the doctor and the county attorney we went with it - barely escaping with our sanity and family intact.
Well, with our youngest we've been having the same trouble and as a consequence she has fallen back on using an SNS. Okay, I totally support her on this and whatever she feels works in the end is all right with me. Not surprisingly since the first incident my wife has become increasingly focused and protective of our two youngest children. Unfortunately, she seems to be withdrawing more and more from the rest of our family.
My spouse chose to be a stay at home mom and I chose to be a college professor so I could both be with my family and work in my field (it's hard to pass up an opportunity to be salary and get four months off a year). We have tried to divvy up the chores - I do dishes, she does laundry, we both take turns cooking, but I find myself increasingly doing everything around the home, scrubbing tubs, vacuuming, bathing the children even cooking most of our meals lately. At the risk of sounding too boo-hooish I feel like I am working two shifts. To make matters worse, we had a major disagreement with our landlord which resulted in us needing to find a new apartment and move in at the beginning of this past month. So we finally found a nice place with less than a week to go until we had to be out of the old, and after working all day I would come home, made supper, did dishes, bathed and tucked the children in bed then packed 'til the wee hours of the morning. My spouse managed to pack the whole time maybe two or three boxes out of our three bedroom house. Needless to say I was beat.
I tried hard to point out how important it was that we get our stuff packed, but she said (as she's been saying for some time) she just doesn't see how she can do any more than she already is. So not only did I pack everything, I also moved all the big stuff with the help of my brother who drives a big delivery truck which we could use. I had been hoping to have everything packed by the time he came to help so we could make the most of it, but since I was doing all of the packing I just couldn't get it done in time. As a consequence I ended up moving most of the boxes in the trunk and back seat of our crown victoria.
Unfortunately, because I was doing all the packing and moving (and unpacking - we ran out of boxes) on top of working and cooking and whatnot I just wasn't able to get all of our stuff out of the old place on time. As I'm sure you can imagine the landlord is less than understanding, and the whole episode has been quite frustrating. In fact I don't think I've thought more long and hard about divorce than these past couple of weeks. She however accuses me of being jealous of her attention to the children (an arguement I strongly dispute especially since outside of breakfast and lunch she doesn't bathe them or brush their teeth - she doesn't have time).
She seems especially unmotivated. Initially she was critical of the fact that I wasn't vigorously pursuing new options for moving, and then after we found the place she was all for capitulating to the landlord and staying where we were. I know she really hates the area we live in (we met while we were in college in Madison, WI) after the incident with our first son, but this was the first job for me out of college in my field (with all the benefits I mentioned earlier). Initially she tried to find work and make friends, but she turned down a position working for a local radio station (a position I felt was a great starting job for her since it was in her field) because the pay was "too low" (we're in a very rural area). Since then she's pretty much given up on looking for work, let alone making friends.
Sigh. Of course I'm rambling and oversimplifying. I'm just feeling really stressed out about everything. Now that we're in the new place I'm still unpacking, and making dinners, and washing dishes and after all of that I just feel like I'm not getting to spend any time with our kids let alone my spouse outside of supper (needless to say we haven't been very affectionate with each other in a while). I've suggested nights out and letting the grandparents watch the kids (no dice). I've encouraged her to help with the unpacking (no dice). I'm thinking therapy now, but I just want someone to tell me I'm not being a twit and there is something wrong. I just don't feel like we're a team on anything anymore.

sertsa













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