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Hi Ladies,
I can officially join you in pregnancy talk again.
Getting ready to leave
I'm absolutely undone today. DH scheduled the cat to be spayed, but I couldnt find a pet carrier this morning. I called him as I was ushering the kids out the door to see if he knew where one was, but I kind of snapped at him and said I was really angry that we have 5 or 6 carriers and the only one I could see at all was on our high garage shelf that I can't get to right now. Ended up being a few minutes late getting my oldest to school, and she forgot her backpack.
Work was no fun at all - I'm working in support of a very big demo scheduled for tomorrow, and the sales person involved wasn't really able to get all the requirements dialed until... today. Lovely. Then we had technical difficulties. Ended up staying late to work through the issues with the team while we had two different people on conference calls in different time zones. As normal, when I got into the office, DH and I IMd, and he asked why I yelled at him. I gave an explanation, and he said he didn't hear an apology. I then got dragged away with people in my office the rest of the day.
Normally I leave the office by 5:30 at the latest and get home around 6, but at 5 til 6 I realized what time it was and texted DH to let him know what was going on. He responded that it didnt matter because they were at the movies. I was like, wait, what? The movies? Huh? Then he took them to IHOP for dinner afterwards. I was like, ok, that is lovely, but... were there plans I spaced out on? What the heck is going on?
Things FINALLY were fixed by 8pm, and I got home by 8:30. Girls were in bed, but still awake so I chatted with them about their day and gave hugs and kisses and tuck ins. Grabbed a yogurt (didn't eat a real dinner - nibbled mini-pumpkin cupcakes a coworkers fiance made, and starburst candy and sipped water...), and headed downstairs where I ran into my toddler coming up to see what the commotion was in the kitchen (I dropped a spoon). I had to put the food away (yogurt gives him the runs), and I snuggled him. Kissed hubby on the head while he watched his tv show. I asked him what occassioned him to take the kids to the movies, and he said 'to keep them away from you'. He then continued by explaining that I have been an awful harpy lately.
All I could say was 'oh'. Watched some more tv together, then he said he was heading to bed. He kissed DS, and said goodnight to me, and I said I was sorry for yelling at him this morning.
I just kind of sat and cried while DS fell asleep on me.
I wish I could complain what a meanie DH is, or how unfair he is being, but... he's right. I'm absolutely awful. I cannot keep my temper. Its like my worst fears of becoming my mother are happening right now, and I don't know how to stop it. I snap at my husband, I yell at my kids. I've caught myself cursing like a sailor. I feel so unfit as a mother right now. If I thought quitting my job would make things better by eliminating that stress I would in a hearbeat. But I'm so afraid that it would only get worse (my mom was sahm). What if the reason my kids are decently behaved (most of the time) and well mannered (some of the time) and generally happy is BECAUSE they don't have to spend so much time with me?
I can't stop crying now, and it just makes me angry for feeling sorry for myself when I'm obviously the problem. But what exactly are you supposed to do when its true? When you really ARE an instable mess of a human being who shouldnt even babysit a child for an extended amount of time, let alone raise one? I have tried so hard my entire adult life to change my personality, be someone else - but at the end of the day I'm just stuck with who I am - a smart but crazy, ill-tempered shrew who shouldn't have children.
I know pregnancy hormones make things so much worse, but that's just it. It just makes it harder for me to pretend to NOT be that person - I really am that awful. People don't ever believe me when I say it, but it is TRUE. I am completely deficient in all the qualities that make a good mother (consistency, reliability, patience).
tomorrow I'll have the energy and strength to put a good face on things, again, and do my best to pretend. But how much longer with DH put up with it? At what point will it be a packing up in the car and moving away to protect the kids from me instead of a night out? Maybe that would be a better option for everyone anyway. I can't quite bring myself to believe that would be better, but I really suffered with my mother, and it took me a LONG time to learn how to be a somewhat reasonable adult, or at least to pretend to be. I love my kids, and I wouldn't wish that one them for anything.
And I can never talk about any of this with someone who knows me in person, because then my house of cards would fall over, and the illusion of my life be shattered. Thank you all for just letting me really be me here, and I don't really expect any responses.