They don't make enough drugs to get me through another week like this last one I've had with my 11 yr old DD.
I wish I felt more compassionate right now, but I feel more like my head is going to explode into a billion pieces.
There hasn't been a single day without tears, the kind of unexplainable, out-of-control hormonal rages of emotion to which pre-teen and teen girls are prone. I know it's normal. I wouldn't be surprised if she weren't far away from starting her period. I have tried and tried to be patient, understanding, gentle...I've given her her space. I've cuddled with her when she wanted me. I've tried to talk to her about how she's feeling. I've tried not prying.
Every day is a repeat of the same...and I don't think this is a situation of something bigger going on that she's worried about or afraid to tell me. I honestly believe this is just part of the normal score of puberty. We are having some issues at home in general, money stuff mostly, so she may be internalizing some of the residual stress of that, too.
And while I totally get that it's normal...I'm about to lose my freakin' mind. My patience is wearing thin. She's driving me crazy and all I want to do is scream at her, "WHAT ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT, FOR PETE'S SAKE!" even though I know she doesn't have any idea what she's crying about and it's probably making her just as frustrated as it is me.
Yes, going nuts.
Please talk me down off the ledge. I don't want to make things worse on her, but honestly, I'm not doing so well myself and things are really, really difficult for us right now. We are broke, we have big bills that need to be paid and a negative balance in the bank account. I have a job interview I'm supposed to be traveling for this weekend and I don't even know where I'm going to get the gas money for the trip. I want to be a good, attentive mom and take gentle, loving care of my girl, but frankly I'm barely holding myself together, and that's only with the care of my anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds.
I can't talk to her about anything, anything at all, without tears, attitude, sarcasm, you name it...and I'm doing just about all the deep breathing I can stand.
I wish I felt more compassionate right now, but I feel more like my head is going to explode into a billion pieces.
There hasn't been a single day without tears, the kind of unexplainable, out-of-control hormonal rages of emotion to which pre-teen and teen girls are prone. I know it's normal. I wouldn't be surprised if she weren't far away from starting her period. I have tried and tried to be patient, understanding, gentle...I've given her her space. I've cuddled with her when she wanted me. I've tried to talk to her about how she's feeling. I've tried not prying.
Every day is a repeat of the same...and I don't think this is a situation of something bigger going on that she's worried about or afraid to tell me. I honestly believe this is just part of the normal score of puberty. We are having some issues at home in general, money stuff mostly, so she may be internalizing some of the residual stress of that, too.
And while I totally get that it's normal...I'm about to lose my freakin' mind. My patience is wearing thin. She's driving me crazy and all I want to do is scream at her, "WHAT ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT, FOR PETE'S SAKE!" even though I know she doesn't have any idea what she's crying about and it's probably making her just as frustrated as it is me.
Yes, going nuts.
Please talk me down off the ledge. I don't want to make things worse on her, but honestly, I'm not doing so well myself and things are really, really difficult for us right now. We are broke, we have big bills that need to be paid and a negative balance in the bank account. I have a job interview I'm supposed to be traveling for this weekend and I don't even know where I'm going to get the gas money for the trip. I want to be a good, attentive mom and take gentle, loving care of my girl, but frankly I'm barely holding myself together, and that's only with the care of my anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds.
I can't talk to her about anything, anything at all, without tears, attitude, sarcasm, you name it...and I'm doing just about all the deep breathing I can stand.







(Thank goodness for those meds when you need 'em, eh? 

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