I normally don't post about stuff like this on my blog, but I don't feel like I have anywhere else to go and I need to write it down.
I'm feeling very defeated. I've been told quite a few times in the last year what a terrible mother I am. How the way I'm parenting is leading my kids to be terrible kids and how I'm a failure because of how horrible my kids are.
My kids are horrible when Sabe isn't around. It's a fact. They both act out and flip out so much more if Sabe's not around. Case in point, today at church the entire Sacrament Meeting was throwing tissy fits, trying to escape and making huge messes. It was embarrassing really because my kids were literally the loudest most rambunctious in the entire congregation.
I look at today and think to myself "No wonder people tell me I'm a terrible mother." I feel defeated. I feel lost. I love my kids, but they sure can make a ruckus when they want to. I feel like I'm trying so hard. I'm desperately trying to keep myself together as I go through a really rough patch in my life and it just seems like everybody is judging me on the surface and not thinking about what's going on.
I've dealt with some huge bouts of depression in the last two years, post partum being one of them. PPD caused me to not want to have anything to do with Jamesen because all he did was scream all day, no matter how hard I tried to get him to calm down. Some days those feelings still linger and I feel them for Marcus too and it makes me feel terrible, especially since I've been told so many times how terrible of a mother I am. I already feel like a bad mom because some days I don't want to have anything to do with my kids and it's made so much worse by people's judgements. It's really hard to be happy when I'm being forced into living in someone else's house. I want to live in my own house. I hate living off other people and constantly wondering if they wake up every morning going "great, gotta deal with Adi's kids again..." Jamesen barely sleeps at night and it's so hard to want to do anything at all when you're running really low on sleep, let alone take care of two kids who seems to be hell bent on breaking anything they can get their hands on.
They don't act like this when Sabe's around. They're much better when they've got their daddy to play with. I feel terrible saying it, but it makes me resent Sabe a little bit for leaving me here. I know WHY he's doing it. We can't survive if there's no work and he's gone because he has to for his job (and even if he wanted to stay with us, he's got orders and you can't say no the good 'ol Army). That doesn't make it any easier to be a single mom, feeling like I'm living in a place where I'm not wanted and just waiting for the next person to go off on me about how terrible of a mother I am.
I've cut myself off from so many people around me because I just can't handle negative influences in my life at this point and it just feels like they keep coming out of nowhere. I feel so alone. I'm trying so hard and it feels like I'm getting nowhere. I try to teach my kids manners and it doesn't really do anything. Marcus says please and thank you, but still throws a fit if things don't go his way, no matter what I do. I've tried all types of discipline when he throws a fit and nothing changes anything, so I've started trying to just not give him any attention at all while he's throwing a fit. It's made the fits shorter, but hasn't stopped them from happening. He still flips out the second he realizes it's not going like he wants.
Jamesen is all over the place. Wayyy more than Marcus ever was. He gets into anything and everything and it's really hard to be so exhausted I can barely see and have to peel myself up off the couch to go get him from what he's doing.
Yesterday night I had a good night's sleep and they did a lot better, because we didn't stop moving. We were going going going all day long and they were so well behaved. I can't do that every day if I don't get sleep, but Jamesen doesn't look like he's going to be sleeping very consistent any time soon.
I'm rambling now, but I feel so defeated. I don't know what more I can do when I feel depression creeping up on me again, when I'm barely getting any sleep and when my boys are so dang rambunctious. I'm doing the best I can but it's not good enough for anybody and it's really hard to keep going when I'm getting stabbed in the heart every time I turn around.
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