I've just made lunch for my kids, cleaned up and supervised their homework. I'm in so much pain and I'm so tired that I want to cry. But I can't. I have to keep going till the kids go to bed. In 6 hours time...
I've been standing/perching on a stool in the kitchen preparing dinner because I'll be too wiped out to do it later. Every single joint, from my hips down to each and every toe, is aching horribly. I've got shooting pains up my thighs, my pelvis is protesting and my ankles, OH! my ankles... Agony.
But I'm the mother of 2 young children who demand my attention and one wants to go bike-riding, the other wants to go to the park and both activities require me to run alongside one and be close by the other in case of falling. No lolling about on a park bench for me. Till they're older. If I make it that far.
How do other mothers cope with the necessity to run around for your kids, when you can't afford child-care assistance and anyhow, they only want Mommy? I have no family living nearby. It doesn't help that my 7 year old has anxiety problems and can't cope with playing at other kids houses or in a day-care setting. We're getting help for him, but it's a long process and just dumping him at a friend's house and running is totally not an option, except in dire emergency. Which this is beginning to feel like, today.
So nearly every day, I have kids come play here. Which is alot easier than just having my son alone. On a good day, I can feed them, and rest on the couch while they play for hours...on a bad day, I'm a party-entertainer, trying to avert World War 3 in my living room.
It's a battle of mind over matter to keep going. And I'm not that strong-minded these days. Often-times, I just crash on the couch and the kids watch hours of TV, bicker and I call my husband and beg him to come home from work early because I'm hiding in the laundry room, crying in pain and exhaustion and totally unable to cope.
I'm simply not the fit, active mother I used to be, and my kids just don't understand. They feel neglected and let down. And I feel like a terrible mother. I might as well be an alcoholic passed out all the time - it's a similar disease in it's deleterious effect on the family, isn't it?
Everything I read tells me, You have to Pace Yourself. HOW! IMPOSSIBLE! I have a family to run! Thank G-d, I have a wonderful husband and 2 kids I adore, but there's no being certified Unfit for Work and claiming Disability when you're a mother! Unless you want your kids taken away...Gd forbid I get so sick I can't look after them. What a horrendous, nightmare thought.
Anyway, I really needed to get this out there to people who might understand. Sorry it's so long. Any advice would be wonderful.
Thanks,
Suzie