There are weeks when I just want to give up...this is one of them.
I just want to sell my newer car, downgrade everything in our lives and just be a SAHM. Somedays I think I would rather live in a box then continue to do this everyday
Most of my friends are all SAHMS and it is so hard to listen to them go on about their days...when I am here with a house full of kids feeling so trapped in my own home.
Hubby thinks doing DC is great. He loves the extra $ and thinks it is good for the kids...I should pass him the torch for a few days so he can get a taste of the reality that is home DC.
I do love my DCKS and am thankful for the fact that I can be home with my own little ones but there are weeks when I just want to crawl under a big rock and hide there.
The fact that I can't say no when I am asked to do something doesn't help either. I get roped into all sorts of volunteering at the school and for my older kids' activities in the evenings. (I know I should just say no but I always want to help out when needed, especially when it comes to my kids.)
My DH just doesn't get it and doesn't offer much support. He thinks I have the dream life and I should be thankful for it.
He gets irritated with me if I start to vent about a DCK or a DCP. He always says - You wouldn't be happy at any job, noone is, so just **** it up, smile and appreciate the paycheck at the end of the week. I don't get to stay home all day and you don't hear me complaining because I leave all that at work when I shut the door. When the last DCP shuts the door at the end of the day, you need to let out a big breath and let all your stress from work leave with them.
ARG! I know he has a point but it is so much more than that. It is hard. There are days when I can't even eat because I am so stressed out about having to confront a DCP or something. I get physically ill when I have to term a DCK and it bothers me for weeks before I finally get up the urge to term.
Sorry about the long vent....I just need some DPs to remind me again why I am doing this because on days like these..I forget.
I just want to sell my newer car, downgrade everything in our lives and just be a SAHM. Somedays I think I would rather live in a box then continue to do this everyday

Most of my friends are all SAHMS and it is so hard to listen to them go on about their days...when I am here with a house full of kids feeling so trapped in my own home.
Hubby thinks doing DC is great. He loves the extra $ and thinks it is good for the kids...I should pass him the torch for a few days so he can get a taste of the reality that is home DC.
I do love my DCKS and am thankful for the fact that I can be home with my own little ones but there are weeks when I just want to crawl under a big rock and hide there.
The fact that I can't say no when I am asked to do something doesn't help either. I get roped into all sorts of volunteering at the school and for my older kids' activities in the evenings. (I know I should just say no but I always want to help out when needed, especially when it comes to my kids.)
My DH just doesn't get it and doesn't offer much support. He thinks I have the dream life and I should be thankful for it.
He gets irritated with me if I start to vent about a DCK or a DCP. He always says - You wouldn't be happy at any job, noone is, so just **** it up, smile and appreciate the paycheck at the end of the week. I don't get to stay home all day and you don't hear me complaining because I leave all that at work when I shut the door. When the last DCP shuts the door at the end of the day, you need to let out a big breath and let all your stress from work leave with them.
ARG! I know he has a point but it is so much more than that. It is hard. There are days when I can't even eat because I am so stressed out about having to confront a DCP or something. I get physically ill when I have to term a DCK and it bothers me for weeks before I finally get up the urge to term.
Sorry about the long vent....I just need some DPs to remind me again why I am doing this because on days like these..I forget.
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