Friday, October 26, 2018

One step closer to the loony bin... or prison. Thanks, family.

Before I get into today's post, my latest post for Duluth Moms Blog is live! It's Meal Planning for Dummies and I think you'll like it. 

I know many moms are going to relate to this post because we've all been there. It happens to all of us. I know it used to bother me before but I was able to take this kind of thing in stride a little easier, but post AFE I give absolutely no craps and I'm just done. 

I'm physically, mentally, emotionally done with it. 

I am so close to losing it on my family and I don't even think they care. Maybe I have to go ballistic on them for them to get it? My poor psychiatrist always asks if I feel rage and I have to say every day. I always get the blank stare because he's not sure what to think about that but it's true. Every single day I am brought to the brink of rage and it's my family. It's not anyone else, it's the people who live in this house. 
 The recycling. We have a paper bag that we collect our recycling in and then when it's full, someone takes it out. As of late my family have given that up and they now leave it on the windowsill. I'm not sure who they think is going to take care of it, but it drives me crazy. The bag is RIGHT THERE. But you see, that makes the bag full and logically they'd have to take it out. Nobody wants to take it out so they do this creative bit and wonder why I get angry. 
 I don't actually eat a lot of food. If I eat once a day I'm doing pretty good. Sometimes all I want is a small bowl of cereal. But I can't even have that because everyone leaves the box open and it goes stale. It's so infuriating. 
 Alright, this was Lucy. Lucy colored on my brand new, expensive grown up lamps. I mean, if the light is on you can't see it but once you turn it off there it is. Thanks, Lucy. 
 This was no help from my family, this was ALL ME. I worked all weekend doing laundry, folding it, putting it away (or in people's rooms). I had to take a picture to document the fact that it happened. It actually happened. A family of six and an empty laundry basket. 

It didn't last long. Actually only until the morning when Olivia filled it. She filled it with stuff I told her to put away early in the week and I know damn well she hadn't worn. I swear to god that girl is going to send me to the brink because of her laundry. 
 Someone didn't even have the decency to put a new roll on top. I mean, I have no expectations a roll would be changed but you could at least get us halfway there with a roll on top. 

Not my family. 
I sweep my floors every day. I mop every other day. I am so physically exhausted from doing both of these things so frequently. It's not like I can skip it because I have this pile of dirt on my kitchen floor EVERY DAY. 

I tried to sweep it into a heart to boost morale. 

It didn't work. 

You guys. 

I'm not like I once was, I can't keep this up. I talk to people, explain how over it all I am and we're good for a day or two. Then people just stop and wait for me to lose it on them again. It's not a matter of just hiring someone, I literally cannot handle the stress of having someone in my house, touching my things. I just can't do it. I so badly want a one level home but the reality of that is that it isn't going to happen. I have to make what we've got work and I'm not kidding- I'm struggling. 

I am so, so grateful I have therapy on Monday. It feels like I haven't been there in forever and it's only been two weeks. 

9 comments:

Mary Yaroscavitch said...

I'm so sorry! I feel for you, and I know that feeling because I seem to be the only one doing things around my house too. Like putting the tp on the roll. Like it's the easiest thing to do! My girls are 17 and 12. Smh. I hate to see what there living area would be like in the years to come, well after they move out and are on there own.
I'm glad that I'm not the only one that loses their cool. Sometimes I feel like they do that to get a rise out of me anyway. smh. I found that it was better when my girls where younger, at least they followed their chore charts.

Beth (Coffee Until Cocktails) said...

I most definitely relate to this. We've constantly got overflowing recycling bags, right now we have TWO full containers for the compost bin sitting on our counter and stinking to high heaven and both my husband and I are guilty of the toilet paper, we're good ones for taking the new roll out, but setting it on the counter and not replacing it on the roll.

So anyway, I'm so sorry that these things contribute to your rage, but you are definitely not alone. Lazy families unite.

Julie H said...

See my latest post lol

Midnight Cowgirl said...

You are definitely not alone with those feelings.

Shann Eva said...

Yes! I can totally relate. Not one single person in my house puts their food garbage in the actual garbage. There are plates, wrappers, and empty cups everywhere. It really drives me crazy, and I yell on a daily basis.
The toilet paper is a non-issue because I'm the only one who actually uses it...boys are gross.
So, I'll meet you in the loony bin!

Erica Metcalf said...

I 100% feel you! It's so incredibly frustrating to try your best to keep things clean and organized to have it go unappreciated or totally ignored. <3

Sandra Bond said...

This is tough... especially it's somehow always expected of mom/women to pick up after everyone.

Suzanne at The Bookish Libra said...

This post is so relatable, although there are only 3 of us in my house. All of the same things drive me up the wall, especially when no one even notices how much time and effort goes into keeping a house clean and tidy.

Shooting Stars Mag said...

I think Matt needs to tell your oldest that they need to start doing chores, like now, and not for money, just because they can and they should. And I say Matt because obviously you've been telling them constantly. But I'm sorry! Moms in general have it rough, but I know it's probably worse now since having Lucy - you should be getting much, much more help!

-Lauren
www.shootingstarsmag.net