For the past... Oh, I don't know... week?
My 2 1/2 year old has been coming into our room and waking us by 6am. Won't go back to sleep, announces he's hungry... so... we're up now, right?
Yesterday, we were both too exhausted... I tried to convey the idea of "It's night-night time still. We'll come get you wen it's time to wake".
No good.
In fact, he spent most of the day that we were together (I dumped him at daycare for several hours, just to get a break) deliberately breaking rules and generally being as irritating as he could.
What did he get for his efforts?
He got to go to "school". He got to go to the dojo and play with the toys there (and do somersaults). He got to go to the pool, afterwards, with Daddy (who thought it might be a good idea to wear him out).
What did we get?
Our dinner (ravioli) dumped in the sink. (When Daddy tried to drain it.) And a 5:30 wake-up call this morning.
I really can't frelling take this anymore. I'm less than 6 weeks post-partum: I need to be getting rest, and I don't even know what sleep looks like.
He is enjoying being naughty, doing everything he knows he shouldn't. When I try to punish him, he laughs, like it's the greatest game in the world.
(Misbehaved several times this morning after I came downstairs. I had him sit on the couch by himself. So he sat on the couch & tried to do headstands. Then I threatened to put him alone in his crib, upstairs... He cried, asked for the couch instead. Lay down on it... and kept peeping up to see if I noticed how much fun he was having.)
I'm really at the end of it.
I feel like I'm a danger... to myself or him, I'm really not sure which. (Or at least who I'm the bigger danger to.)
My husband's no help. He looks at me and says, "I don't know what to do." Um... I just told you I'm ready to suicide. I need your help -- not for you to put it all back on me.
No, this isn't PPD. This is sleep-deprivation, combined with a complete inability to deal with the situation... Big on the sleep deprivation right now.
(Depression & I are old friends, and I had PPD with Arthur, took Zoloft for it.)
But I swear, I can't stand the sight of my toddler right now. I want to make him go away... far away... where I never have to see or hear him again...
And I don't know what to do...
My 2 1/2 year old has been coming into our room and waking us by 6am. Won't go back to sleep, announces he's hungry... so... we're up now, right?
Yesterday, we were both too exhausted... I tried to convey the idea of "It's night-night time still. We'll come get you wen it's time to wake".
No good.
In fact, he spent most of the day that we were together (I dumped him at daycare for several hours, just to get a break) deliberately breaking rules and generally being as irritating as he could.
What did he get for his efforts?
He got to go to "school". He got to go to the dojo and play with the toys there (and do somersaults). He got to go to the pool, afterwards, with Daddy (who thought it might be a good idea to wear him out).
What did we get?
Our dinner (ravioli) dumped in the sink. (When Daddy tried to drain it.) And a 5:30 wake-up call this morning.
I really can't frelling take this anymore. I'm less than 6 weeks post-partum: I need to be getting rest, and I don't even know what sleep looks like.
He is enjoying being naughty, doing everything he knows he shouldn't. When I try to punish him, he laughs, like it's the greatest game in the world.
(Misbehaved several times this morning after I came downstairs. I had him sit on the couch by himself. So he sat on the couch & tried to do headstands. Then I threatened to put him alone in his crib, upstairs... He cried, asked for the couch instead. Lay down on it... and kept peeping up to see if I noticed how much fun he was having.)
I'm really at the end of it.
I feel like I'm a danger... to myself or him, I'm really not sure which. (Or at least who I'm the bigger danger to.)
My husband's no help. He looks at me and says, "I don't know what to do." Um... I just told you I'm ready to suicide. I need your help -- not for you to put it all back on me.
No, this isn't PPD. This is sleep-deprivation, combined with a complete inability to deal with the situation... Big on the sleep deprivation right now.
(Depression & I are old friends, and I had PPD with Arthur, took Zoloft for it.)
But I swear, I can't stand the sight of my toddler right now. I want to make him go away... far away... where I never have to see or hear him again...
And I don't know what to do...







Your ds's life has changed ALOT in the past 6 weeks, and he is just trying to make sense of it all. It will get better. This too shall pass. Let everything (I mean EVERYTHING that is not a health risk) go. Dont worry about cleaning, cooking, or errands. Just rest at home. And involve ds as much as you can with the new babe. HTH

