07-29-2010, 12:16 PM
That's how I feel right now. Like I am a bat crazy b*tch.
DH told me at 5:45 this morning that he is finding daycare for the boys since I resent them so much.
Yes, I resent them. Not constantly, but I do. I feel like they get away with MURDER and that DH is very defensive towards me with regards to them, but I don't feel that he is defensive towards them with regards to me.
I have never denied that I am resentful towards them on occasion. I am also trying to work through these feelings because I HATE feeling this way. I am going to counseling, I read book after book and I tell DH small ways I think he could help, but nothing ever seems to change.
Saturday was a really REALLY bad day (Life knows...she listened to me bawl on the phone for 9876987 hours). I get so tired of telling them the same things, over and over.
YSS, who is the king of leaving his shoes in the living room, actually had the nerve to HIDE his shoes under the TV stand on Sunday. Not only was he thinking "I know I am not supposed to leave my shoes up here" and did it anyway, but he went out of his way to find a HIDING spot for them.
It's to the point where I think I am crazy for caring.
I have decided I am done. I am done fighting it. I guess I won't care how the house looks if people stop over. If there are 543 pairs of shoes in the living room, so be it. None of them will be MY shoes, so what do I care? If kids run in the house and trip, what do I care? I've told them why they shouldn't run in the house, but if they want to get hurt, so be it. I won't be running in the house, so I won't get hurt.
I. AM. DONE.
If the boys are fighting, unless they are hurting one another, I'll let them fight. If they get too loud I'll go into my bedroom, close the door and turn the radio on. Or I'll go downstairs. If they come to blows, I'll make them stop, otherwise, who cares? I won't be involved. I'll remove myself completely from the situation.
I am done worrying about things so much.
Done.
DH told me at 5:45 this morning that he is finding daycare for the boys since I resent them so much.
Yes, I resent them. Not constantly, but I do. I feel like they get away with MURDER and that DH is very defensive towards me with regards to them, but I don't feel that he is defensive towards them with regards to me.
I have never denied that I am resentful towards them on occasion. I am also trying to work through these feelings because I HATE feeling this way. I am going to counseling, I read book after book and I tell DH small ways I think he could help, but nothing ever seems to change.
Saturday was a really REALLY bad day (Life knows...she listened to me bawl on the phone for 9876987 hours). I get so tired of telling them the same things, over and over.
YSS, who is the king of leaving his shoes in the living room, actually had the nerve to HIDE his shoes under the TV stand on Sunday. Not only was he thinking "I know I am not supposed to leave my shoes up here" and did it anyway, but he went out of his way to find a HIDING spot for them.
It's to the point where I think I am crazy for caring.
I have decided I am done. I am done fighting it. I guess I won't care how the house looks if people stop over. If there are 543 pairs of shoes in the living room, so be it. None of them will be MY shoes, so what do I care? If kids run in the house and trip, what do I care? I've told them why they shouldn't run in the house, but if they want to get hurt, so be it. I won't be running in the house, so I won't get hurt.
I. AM. DONE.
If the boys are fighting, unless they are hurting one another, I'll let them fight. If they get too loud I'll go into my bedroom, close the door and turn the radio on. Or I'll go downstairs. If they come to blows, I'll make them stop, otherwise, who cares? I won't be involved. I'll remove myself completely from the situation.
I am done worrying about things so much.
Done.
