I’m burnt out. Done. Kaput.
I’m sick of trying to keep a house that holds seven people, 5 cats, a dog and some turtles clean. Especially when the two legged variety seem to have no hands. Help isn’t a word in their vocabulary, no matter how often I try to explain to them what it means and how to do it. They just watch as I unload the dishwasher, vacuum, dust, fold laundry etc, all with a deer in the headlights type of a vacuous look. Although, now that I think about it… I think it’s a ploy. They know how to do everything. They just want to make me do it. Assholes.
I’m exhausted from the constant fighting with a particular child that lives here. It makes existence within these four walls quite miserable. It’s horrible for everyone.
Laundry has this vicious way of never ending. You think you cut the head off the great laundry beast yet another 2 or 3 immediately grow back in its place. Those piles of dirty clothing are exceptionally fruitful and boy, do they multiply. One dirty shirt can breed tons of socks and pants with mud stains like no ones business!
The “at least once a year alone vacation” pact that my husband and I made in bodily fluids…BLOOD people…when we were first married…almost 8 years ago. That mission self destructed when our plane entered American air from Mexico, 7 long years ago. Yeah. We haven’t been away together, alone, since December 2002.
Dishes constantly needing to be washed or unloaded. Pots and pans needing to be scrubbed. Floors vacuumed. Breakfast. Lunches. Dinner made and fed to complaining and ungrateful people.
My mom is sick. I hate Business Law class. I’m worried about my children. I freak about bills. Panic mode has kicked in.
I’m emotionally exhausted. Physically exhausted. Mentally exhausted.
And man, can I complain! Very well, might I add.
Calgon isn’t the answer.
Drugs aren’t the answer.
Binge drinking…ugh.
Vacations? I need one quite desperately, but I’d still come back to the same mess.
SuperNanny…definitely.
A robot. For sure. Make that a few.
Clones…maybe.
Someone to wait on me, hand and foot? I think I’d have to slap them. I’m not into the doting thing, that would annoy the piss out of me. But a mani/pedi would be nice.
Actually, I don’t really know what I need. I just needed to complain. Because, I don’t know if I mentioned how tired and burnt out with my life I am.
Did I mention that? Yeah, well. I am.
Yes, there are lots of good things going on though!! By Friday, I’ll be listing a review/giveaway for the Baisey and Paisley children’s books. Which…are awesome. We love them here!!
And…I’m social media (Twitter, Facebook and Blog) for iMatter for Kids and the iMatter 4 Kids blog! Follow me on @imatter4kids!
So, that’s all cool!!
I’m also getting a decent grade in my Creative Writing class, which I’m very happy about. Even though I’m FLUNKING my Business Law class, I still enjoy going to that class.
My oldest son is doing better in school!! My mom is feeling better…kinda.
So yes. There are good things.
But still.
Ok, maybe Calgon might work. It’s less expensive than going on a vacation and yet it does make promises to “take me away”! Sadly, the only working bathtub we have is in the kids bathroom. And despite the promise that Calgon makes, the kids bathroom isn’t far enough away to risk getting a bladder infection. That would just be another thing on my list to complain about.
All I can say is that I can relate and I understand. Sometimes bitching and moaning is a great way to open the stress valve and ease a bit of the pressure. It’s a safer way, too.I hope you get that medi/pani and get away with Calgon, soon. Of course, getting away alone with your husband would be even better. Good luck to you.
.-= SurprisedMom´s last blog ..Reflections on the day =-.
That’s the worst thing about being stressed/overwhelmed/burnt out is that NOTHING feels like it would make a dent in it. Not a holiday, not more help, nothing. But maybe, just maybe a holiday would help. At least then when you’re stressed out you can go to your happy place.
.-= Zoey @ Good Goog´s last blog ..Cupcakes are the New Black =-.
OMG! I was reading this and it dawned on me. My 4th load of laundry for today never made it out of the wash machine this morning at 6am… It’s been sitting down in my basement damp…. 🙁 rewash.
.-= Juanita´s last blog ..Pants On the Ground, In the Mud, Dragging on the Grass and Trippin’ Me Up via @jchronowski47 =-.
No kids here. Just 2 dogs and the bird. But I so very much relate. NEED A VACATION. This rollar coaster ride is make me vomit 🙁 If I make it through this law class with the necessary grade requirement, cartwheels. Same for comp. Wish I could be your pep talk…I am usually really good at that kind of thing.
Bitch and moan woman! I think most of us feel this way *waving hand wildly. My husband…yes…we kick anything that is on the floor in the direction opposite of where it should go or where I have to walk 20ft to retrieve it and put in said place. Twins…unload drawers for the fact they are seeking tools to use as WMD’s. I hear you…I hope you get that mani/pedi…..if I lived closer I would treat you to one so I could get one too. Been like oh…2 years since I had one. UGH! Smooches that the grass gets greener and grats on the uber cool job!
.-= Karie´s last blog ..Empty Nest =-.
Writing with humor always helps sort things out – it is a positive way of dealing with “it” – you do this well 🙂
so sad and funny
I would go for a massage or facial and a pedi. Don’t go for the manicure because that gets ruined quickly by washing dishes. And keep bitching to us, because we (blogworld) understands and will commiserate with you.
Hopefully today will be a better day 🙂
.-= ascapecodturns´s last blog ..Whether or Not You Like the Weather… =-.
Can you sell one of the more annoying children and use the money to get a housekeeper in, even if its just once? Perhaps start a cleaning co-op with friends, where one day you serve a lot of booze and then everyone drinks while listening to awesome music and cleans your place and another week you all drink and clean elsewhere.
Or perhaps set an age limit, of like 12. After the age of 12 if you want clean clothes you have to wash your own.
.-= Another Suburban Mom´s last blog ..Random Dozen =-.
Love reading your blog! Keep on complaining and writing it down….I too think it does help in some odd way but also keep focusing on the positive! Someone just told me the link from sadness to happiness is gratitude! I kinda like that.
This weekend go out and get that damn mani and pedi and have “You time” ! Maybe grab a yoga class too! Hang in there! 🙂
Quit doing there stuff and just do stuff for you. Pretty soon they will see the value of helping out.
.-= Jennifer´s last blog ..Coming out of the in between =-.
Nothing wrong with venting when you need to. I wish I had done more of it when my kids were little and I spent all that time trying to act like I really LOVED being married to an emotionally abusive knothead and eating my frustrations.
You go, girl.
.-= Joni Golden´s last blog ..Voices of Urban Gardeners: Halima Afi Cassells =-.
I do NOT understand why more women just don’t go postal. Really. I am constantly amazed at what women do on a daily basis, put up with interminably, and tolerate unendingly. In a world that seems so short of heroes, all one really needs to to is look around and find the nearest SAHM. Or Working Mom. Or Single Mom. Or Married Mom with more than one child of ANY age – including the husband.
What you need is a massage. It’s what I do for my wife every night. Honest.
Find someone with gentle hands to give you a massage.
.-= lceel´s last blog ..100 Word Challenge – Unspoken =-.
you know what sucks? rain. a flooded basement. a flooded town. spring flowers smashed by storms that scream, “build an ark, idiots!” I can’t tell you how thankful I am that it’s sunny and 50 degrees this week. And that I got to take a walk with my two year old this morning. (I’m trying to be more grateful for the little things…can you tell?) Muah. Take a nap.
.-= Kami´s last blog ..So Much More Than a Mommy Blogger =-.
Hugs Melissa, that’s what we’re here for, to listen to you, my friend!
.-= Loukia´s last blog ..Spring Fever =-.
I understand every word of what you are saying. Many days, it is the soundtrack in my head, looping endlessly. I hope you get a vacation soon.
.-= MomZombie´s last blog ..A small confession =-.
Hang in there, duder. Vent away. If I were closer, I’d help out.
.-= Aunt Becky´s last blog ..Fear and Loathing in Urgent Care =-.
I was thinking massage as well. If you do want to treat yourself for an amazing treat, my mom is a massage therapist and quite good at it, and I’m not being biased. She has a gift. She works out of her home in the Livonia area. Shout me an email if you’d be interested. Hope the vent/rant helped a little.
.-= Jennifer´s last blog ..Priceless =-.
I hear you… I don’t have nearly as many people to take care of, but I do know that laundry monster quite well, and Calgon is a big part of my vocabulary. I hear you, and I know what you mean. You need a mini vacation, and even though you’re crap will still be there when you get back, at least you’ll have the memories! Stay strong sister, you’re doing a fabulous job! 🙂
The hydra–the most brilliant analogy for laundry every. I never got past Sisyphus.
I think it speaks volumes that you’re doing so well in your creative writing class, but not so great in business law…it may be life trying to tell you something.
Bitch away, Lady. There’s a gazillionthousand other moms who can totally relate.
Oh, and I’m all for the whole massage/facial/whatever thing. A little time for yourself goes a long way.
.-= Gray Matter Matters´s last blog ..Pop goes the Culture =-.
I’ve been demanding the children help around the house since last September.
Each night one of them sets the table and the other does the dishes/ cleans up. (We have a dishwasher.) They alternate nights. It didn’t go easily at first but now we just rewash a pan or two later in the evening and it’s pretty much taken care of. They are in charge of folding and putting away their own clothes. And on Saturday morning if their bathroom, their playroom and their respective bedrooms aren’t clean, they aren’t allowed to play outside with their friends. I’m now working on making them make sure they clean up after themselves after breakfast as well. One task at a time is getting added to their lists, and deleted from ours.
Hell, with the detentions my daughter has been racking up she’ll be pulling all my weeds all summer as well 😉
Feel better, Melissa.
.-= Jill´s last blog ..Thank you =-.