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<p>Lately I've felt like I'm on a treadmill. You know, you work your ass off and feel like you're getting somewhere and you look around and nothing has changed? Yeah, that's EXACTLY how I feel.</p>
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<p>I'm almost 8 months pregnant with a 19month old. Getting pregnant with him this young was a huge mistake but what can I do? I've had horrible back pain since I got big (so, since 5 months or so) I do see a chiro but it's not covered by my insurance and we're already in debt (midwife isn't covered either) so I can only go so often. It only helps for a few days anyway...</p>
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<p>We live in a 2 bedroom apartment (about 1000 sq feet) and we really don't have THAT much stuff...just nowhere to store what we have and use frequently. I can't put up shelves or install a bookshelf or anything like that. (It's in the lease...only a few small holes for pictures) I declutter and get rid of crap as I can, but most of it we actually use. (That's why it ends up everywhere)</p>
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<p>DH works 5 days a week. 3 of those days he gets home at a good time (usually at or before 5pm) and then he plays with DS when he gets home and/or we run quick errands. 2 of those he has class so he doesn't get home until 8pm. Saturday we go out to where we get our raw dairy. It's an hour one way AND, due to our debt, we've been working for our stuff (they do a cafe on Sat so one of us works and the other walks around with DS) That takes up the whole day. Sunday DH doesn't want to do ANYTHING...and last week I worked in the kitchen (and they requested I do it again because I clean more than DH) so I was so exhausted I needed a nap a few hours after I woke up.</p>
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<p>Basically, I physically have to choose between playing with my son and having a decent house. (Or, as I put it to DH, "having a happy kid or a decent house") I have SO MUCH GUILT over this. His mom actually came and cleaned my house a few months back. DH doesn't help much. Oh, he'll take out the trash (sometimes I have to remind him 6468943514 times or put it in front of the door where he trips over it on the way out) and he'll occasionally unload the dishwasher (he's been banned from loading it because he doesn't fit enough in it) but it's like getting a surly 5 year old to do it. I have to ask several times (I get "in a min" "after this episode" "after this article I'm reading" "after this level" and then he forgets and moves on to the next thing) and then he complains the whole time. If I say "we need to vacuum" I get a huge sigh and "I guess" IF I get acknowledged at all. (The phrase "we need to clean" is usually followed by a whiny "WHY??" and/or a list of reasons that the house isn't "that bad" and how I just need to let it go and how tired he is etc...) He refuses to fold laundry. I have to bitch for DAYS (I can't do it during the day because DS undoes it as I do it) and then he'll only put things on hangers...no folding, ever...he doesn't even fold to pack for trips. (I do all the clothing packing because he would just ball everything up and stuff it in the bag and call it done)</p>
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<p>I have no one that can come help me. My family is toxic and estranged. His family is 4 hours away (well, my family is too so it doesn't really matter) I have no Mommy friends (we only have one car and there are various reasons it doesn't work to take him to work and have the car during the day...not that I can handle DS by myself lately) There is no park within walking distance. There is no way I could handle my spirited son on public transpo. We can't afford a mother's helper until at least a month after the baby is born.</p>
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<p>I swear, I understand why Bree became an alcoholic. If weren't pregnant I'd probably have more than a couple of glasses of wine a week.</p>
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<p>No one understands. Really. I can't say anything on facebook because I get 50 responses of "you need to lower your standards" (DH said the same thing last night) No one seems to get that I ALREADY DID. I just refuse to live in filth. If I don't clean the kitchen every single day it gets filthy because DH doesn't clean up after himself. If I don't make DH vacuum once a week it doesn't get done and the floor gets filthy (we have a toddler that spills/throws crumbs) I should be doing laundry every single day because it backs up (like it has)</p>
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<p>Add in that if I choose to clean up a bit I get so sore that I can't play with my son. So, he gets bored and frustrated and acts out (usually violently) and I just feel like a failure. I said to DH last night, "Sometimes I think he'd be better off in daycare." and I meant it.</p>
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<p>Thanks for listening to me whine. I hate doing it.</p>
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<p>I'm almost 8 months pregnant with a 19month old. Getting pregnant with him this young was a huge mistake but what can I do? I've had horrible back pain since I got big (so, since 5 months or so) I do see a chiro but it's not covered by my insurance and we're already in debt (midwife isn't covered either) so I can only go so often. It only helps for a few days anyway...</p>
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<p>We live in a 2 bedroom apartment (about 1000 sq feet) and we really don't have THAT much stuff...just nowhere to store what we have and use frequently. I can't put up shelves or install a bookshelf or anything like that. (It's in the lease...only a few small holes for pictures) I declutter and get rid of crap as I can, but most of it we actually use. (That's why it ends up everywhere)</p>
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<p>DH works 5 days a week. 3 of those days he gets home at a good time (usually at or before 5pm) and then he plays with DS when he gets home and/or we run quick errands. 2 of those he has class so he doesn't get home until 8pm. Saturday we go out to where we get our raw dairy. It's an hour one way AND, due to our debt, we've been working for our stuff (they do a cafe on Sat so one of us works and the other walks around with DS) That takes up the whole day. Sunday DH doesn't want to do ANYTHING...and last week I worked in the kitchen (and they requested I do it again because I clean more than DH) so I was so exhausted I needed a nap a few hours after I woke up.</p>
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<p>Basically, I physically have to choose between playing with my son and having a decent house. (Or, as I put it to DH, "having a happy kid or a decent house") I have SO MUCH GUILT over this. His mom actually came and cleaned my house a few months back. DH doesn't help much. Oh, he'll take out the trash (sometimes I have to remind him 6468943514 times or put it in front of the door where he trips over it on the way out) and he'll occasionally unload the dishwasher (he's been banned from loading it because he doesn't fit enough in it) but it's like getting a surly 5 year old to do it. I have to ask several times (I get "in a min" "after this episode" "after this article I'm reading" "after this level" and then he forgets and moves on to the next thing) and then he complains the whole time. If I say "we need to vacuum" I get a huge sigh and "I guess" IF I get acknowledged at all. (The phrase "we need to clean" is usually followed by a whiny "WHY??" and/or a list of reasons that the house isn't "that bad" and how I just need to let it go and how tired he is etc...) He refuses to fold laundry. I have to bitch for DAYS (I can't do it during the day because DS undoes it as I do it) and then he'll only put things on hangers...no folding, ever...he doesn't even fold to pack for trips. (I do all the clothing packing because he would just ball everything up and stuff it in the bag and call it done)</p>
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<p>I have no one that can come help me. My family is toxic and estranged. His family is 4 hours away (well, my family is too so it doesn't really matter) I have no Mommy friends (we only have one car and there are various reasons it doesn't work to take him to work and have the car during the day...not that I can handle DS by myself lately) There is no park within walking distance. There is no way I could handle my spirited son on public transpo. We can't afford a mother's helper until at least a month after the baby is born.</p>
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<p>I swear, I understand why Bree became an alcoholic. If weren't pregnant I'd probably have more than a couple of glasses of wine a week.</p>
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<p>No one understands. Really. I can't say anything on facebook because I get 50 responses of "you need to lower your standards" (DH said the same thing last night) No one seems to get that I ALREADY DID. I just refuse to live in filth. If I don't clean the kitchen every single day it gets filthy because DH doesn't clean up after himself. If I don't make DH vacuum once a week it doesn't get done and the floor gets filthy (we have a toddler that spills/throws crumbs) I should be doing laundry every single day because it backs up (like it has)</p>
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<p>Add in that if I choose to clean up a bit I get so sore that I can't play with my son. So, he gets bored and frustrated and acts out (usually violently) and I just feel like a failure. I said to DH last night, "Sometimes I think he'd be better off in daycare." and I meant it.</p>
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<p>Thanks for listening to me whine. I hate doing it.</p>