I don’t care if you tell me “it’s not bad,” my anxiety is going through the roof. If you want to say something to me, just say it. Otherwise, I guarantee it will be the main thing on my mind until we do talk. Especially when it is GM and she wants to talk about the girls. It makes me question everything I have said and done with them lately. I hate it. If we need to talk that bad, just talk to me. I took one of my anti-anxiety pills almost an hour ago and I still feel like my blood pressure is through the roof.
I have paced and stewed and cried and thrown up. But after a hot shower, a glass of wine, 4 gluten free cake pops, and a Xanax I am prepared to go there. Let’s do this. I love being a mom…
Some surprise, I should be reading or sleeping. Instead, I am writing and trying to take a breath. Something that I feel I have not done in too long. I feel like I have been holding my breath, waiting for the next thing to go wrong for so long. Every time that I think I can breathe, something happens.
I am not sure what bothers me more, when I yell, or when I can say what is bothering me calm, collected, without raising my voice, or shedding a tear. A fight, or a one-sided conversation. Full-blown tears or complete calm. The words you choose to say or the ones you choose to hold back.
I wish I could fully explain to you how I feel right now. I feel so many things. Fear, loneliness, exhaustion, dread, anxiety, hope, love, pride, sadness, anger, and a ton of feelings that I do not even know how to describe. All at once. Do you remember when you were a carefree kid and mixed all the fountain drinks in one cup (my brother called it a swamp)? That is how I feel. One feeling running into the next.
I have been trying to throw myself into my school work, but I find my mind wandering off.
Even now, I cannot even seem to write this without my mind wandering. I just do not even know what to say anymore. I do not know what to do anymore. I am tired in so many ways.
Perfection, something that we all would love, but will never have. Our children will not be perfect. Our spouse will not be perfect. Work will not be perfect. We will never be perfect. I will never be perfect. Ever. Not gonna happen. I know you will not be either. What I can promise is that I will do my best. I will not promise that my best will always be the same. My best will be the best I can do at that moment, in that situation.
I read case after case in my law books where the court says, it depends on the facts of the particular case. That is how I see my best. It depends on the facts of the particular moment and situation.
Today was a long day. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be.
There, I posted.
I am 32 and my mother cannot be counted on anymore than she could when I was 5, or any other age for that matter. I appreciate that she offered to take 4 instead of 1, but it would have been nice to know a when she offered that it was not going to be for the same amount of time. I would have planned my week differently. Just once, I want her to be my mother instead of a flake!
Trying to study for my criminal procedure mid term, but my mind needs a break before it wanders off. Between KD and the kids, lately my mind has been easily wandering. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I am tired. I am starting to feel like this was a horrible idea. I was stupid
I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written for you. All I can say is that life has been busy.
#1 has been doing better, have her on an antidepressant and it seems to be helping a great deal.
#2 has finally admitted what he did wrong and is working on treatment now. He is taking more responsibility for keeping his grades up. The church loves him and his servant heart.
#4 has been in counseling for about a month to help with her missing dad.
By now I am sure that you think I am a major drama queen. I am not. It’s just that the only time I have a chance to post is when things are bad. I should be writing my final paper for my legal research and writing class, but I cannot concentrate. I barely got through my hour long class without just bursting into tears. My life is falling apart and I do not know what to do anymore. Guess I should figure it because apparently it is all my own fault.
I just do not even know what to type at this point. I do know that right now, I just want to crawl in a hole and stay there. I should never have started school. I should have known better. I guess I can chalk it up on my list of screw ups.
I am starting to feel like Alex would have been so much better off without meeting me. He would have been free to find someone that made his life better, not worse. I feel like I am failing my children so much. Alex is always crabby because of me and mine and it is affecting his relationship with A1 and A2. I wonder if taking the kids from KD was the right thing to do, or if I just made things worse for them, Alex, and the girls. I just do not even know what to do anymore. I really do not. I feel alone. House full of family, school full of colleagues, and I fell like I am completely alone. I started taking my buproprion again this week. I need to get a handle on my emotions. I just don’t have time for a meltdown right now. I have a final paper and final group project due on Tuesday and my first final is in a week and a half. A2’s birthday is in a week and a half and Christmas is in 2 and a half weeks.
I don’t know what to do. I feel like I need more time for work, but I also feel like there is no where I can put it. I also feel like there is not much more I could do to understand or remember this stuff. I am feeling like law school was one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I should have known better than to think I could handle it.
Between Alex’s accident last year, #2 this summer, #1 and #3’s issues, and all that has happened this semester, I feel like the universe is telling me that I am not cut out with this.
K (friend from school) tells me that all I need to do is make myself leave the house. Leave Alex and the kids at home one day on the weekends and sit at the library. That isn’t going to happen. Even if I plan on it, something will come up. It always will.
I tried to work on getting caught up this weekend and felt guilty for leaving Alex to do everything he was doing. Then when I finally would get myself sat down, every single freaking child would want something. Not a single one of them could leave me alone long enough to read an entire freaking paragraph from start to finish. Every single person will just start talking, instead of giving me a chance to finish my paragraph. Then, they get mad at me because I didn’t catch everything they said.
I feel guilty for sending them away when they want to spend time with me. I know it will not last forever. I know that some of them are going through a rough time.
KD started showing back up, but then started flaking out again. He is getting married to the guy he has been living with. Not all of them are processing it well.
In the last two weeks, Alex and I each lost a grandparent and there was the stuff that needed to be done with that.
I am so tired. I feel like I am not sleeping. I cannot concentrate on anything lately. I can read a paragraph in my books and go back and not have any idea what I read. I actually read the materials for today, but felt like I had no idea what was going on. I am sitting in my second class now and cannot seem to concentrate on what she is lecturing about.
Maybe, law school was a bad idea. Maybe I just need to move on from it and just find a job. Forget law. Just a job.
Today, A2 has an MRI. She is hysterical. I know I could calm her down, but don’t want to step on GM’s toes. I am only here because A2 wanted me to come. Otherwise, I feel helpless. I want to go hold her, help her fall asleep, but I can’t.
It has been 3 1/2 weeks since my kids have seen their father. I have offered to meet him somewhere, I took them to church on Sunday to see him, but they still haven’t seen him. The only reason they have talked to him is because they have initiated the calls. I feel bad for them. I feel bad for him, he is losing them.
Finally have #2 on medicine. He has been on it for three weeks. The doctor put him on Tenex. I am seeing some changes in him. It is amazing. I wish we would have been able to do this sooner.
We have court on Friday. I am requesting temporary order of child support, a temporary parenting plan that gives him a specific time to see them, him to stop claiming the kids for any benefits, and that he either give me their stuff or pay $150 to replace them stuff within 7 days.
He is still not responding to me at all. At this point, if I wanted to be an ass, I could file on that again and the classes. This time, I could request jail time. However, I will wait.
When I took the kids to church, the boys’ youth group leader told me that he hasn’t been showing up for work either. On one hand, I’m glad it’s not just his kids he is dropping the ball with. On the other hand, I worry about him and the kids. I am so glad the kids aren’t there to see it.