Hi All
I never post on any forums but do read them every now and then. This time I think I need to ask the question partly because if I write it I will put words on how I am feeling and that would help me a little and partly because I want to know if I am not the only one as maybe we could share ideas and tips.
I am not the kind who likes to talk about myself but will take advantage in this instance of the anonymity. I also apologise in advance for a rather long post.
We have two wonderful children age 2,5 and 13 months. Really they are great, easy, funny and facetious. I am a stay at home mum and I am suppose to looking for some freelance work or part time job for the couple of days they are at preschool and nursery. But I don't, I sit at home, do the home stuff (laundry, tidying, food shopping, painting/decorating, etc) or I catch up with some sleep or take the opportunity of reading the paper from front to back and (rarely) I do the shopping I never have time/money to do.
I new before I got children that my own mum, although she loves my sisters and I a lot, has a lot of unresolved issues. I know that at stressful times, my spontaneous attitude is like her (very agressive, lashing out to everybody, etc...). So I knew when I was pregnant the first time that this was the ONE thing I would never do to my children so I would have to work incredibly hard in order to keep in control with them at all times. I have suffered too much growing up (and I still carry the scars today: low self esteem and lack of confidence with an ability to set up myself for failure) so I am adamant I will not do that to my children.
I can proudly declare that 2,5 yrs later with a second child I m quite successful at controlling my level of stress with them and we are bringing up happy and balance children.
However, I have lost the sight of myself entirely. Writing that makes me cry. I suffered a little post natal depression or baby blues after my second was born so for her sake I had to put her on the bottle (because I refused to be angry at her anytime she was hungry) but then I was devastated with guilt because I couldn't do exacty the same as for my first (whom I have breastfeed for 12 weeks). I was guilty of not spending enough time with my eldest who is incredibly resilient, loving with her sibling, and courageous. 13 months later, I feel I should have at the time deal with these issues because I still have them. I have a massive opportunity in front of me for a freelance job that potentially can become very big (as the children start fulltime school) but I feel I am blowing it now.
I am not looking after myself properly and I have lost my libido completely. I am back in clothes I was wearing when I was 27, I eat a lot but under stress I lose it.
My husband is incredibly supportive of me and he helps as much as he can. He often makes good remarks and suggests good ideas. But I was horrified the other day when I discovered that I behave with him the way my mother behaves with us or with my dad. I worked so hard with my children that this took me by surprise and shocked me.
I am lost now, because I see my husband whom I love so much is not happy. But mostly I am not happy too (but I have no reason not to be happy, I am very lucky) so I cant make them all happy. Of course my children can feel that no matter how hard I try to hide/control it.
I have made an appointment with my GP next week to discuss it and to get a referal as I have private insurance. I am writing here to get some support and ideas I suppose. These are my first 2 steps into tackling the problem. In my horrible moments, I blame my husband for everything from resigning my job to become a stay at home mum, to the cash short life we are living, to all the sacrifices we have made for the last 2,5 yrs. But when I feel better I know this is not true and that the answer to the way I feel is within me and only me has the power to change the way I feel but I dont know how or where to start.
I will not erase my post but I feel ungrateful having written that to my husband who works his butt off to give us this life and still manage a genuine smile when he is coming home and me just a little grin. Maybe I am just a horrible spoiled brat.
Sorry everyone for complaining. Not sure I even feel better
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