By day I'm cool, calm and collected... By night I'm the screaming banshee
Oh yes, I put you all to shame. Honestly I do. By day I am this wonderful, caring, patient, kind mummy who always remembers her resolve that nothing is more important than her family and spending time with her daughter. Aww, don't I sound perfect?
By night I turn into this horrible banshee devil woman. The neighbours must think I'm totally insane. Or that I hate being a mum. Or both probably.
Ok it's only been very recently. Since Jazz decided 9.30pm is a good bedtime for her. :wall: And I'm studying. Uni. Which has just gone back for summer semester, which I am insanely doing. And my relationship needs some TLC ... 'C' standing for 'couple time'. Couple meaning two. Not three. Three is a crowd Jazzy.
Doesn't that sound terrible already? I should stop and delete, I sound so horrible and selfish. How am I going to handle two children? Who the **** knows...
So come 9pm at night. I'm getting aggitated. I'm losing valuble TLC and study time. I try to put her to sleep by feeding her. Laying down with her. Reading, cuddling, rocking, patting. Pretending to be asleep in the hope that she sleeps.
And then I crack. I yell :( my poor baby girl is only just two and I yell and scream things to the effect of ...
"THIS NO CRYING THING IS A ****ING JOKE, I'M SHUTTING THE DOOR, YOU CAN SCREAM YOUR LUNGS OUT I DON'T EVEN CARE JUST GO TO SLEEP FOR **** SAKE.
NO WAIT, JUST STAY UP ALL NIGHT, SEE IF I CARE! I DON'T CARE. DO WHAT YOU WANT. WHY DOES IT MATTER ANYWAY, IT NEVER MATTERS WHAT I WANT, JUST EVERYONE DO WHATEVER THEY WANT AND I'LL JUST STAND AROUND IN THE SHADOWS UNTIL MIDNIGHT WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP FINALLY AND I MIGHT ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO GET SOME STUDY DONE."
Because of course by the time I'm screaming it's all about me and not TLC couple time. Just to clarify, even though I'm sure you all get the message.
I feel like a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mum. I can see her little heart breaking and I walk away to another room and slam the door behind me. Usually muttering something about working full-time and studying for a promotion so I can supprt the family but obviously I'm meant to do it in my sleep. And then I bawl my eyes out. Not because I need my own space, but because my daughter deserves so much more than that. I compose myself, get a drink of water, and then find her and I hug her. I squeeze her and I hold her like she'll somehow slip away forever if I let go. Which she might, I wouldn't blame her. I apologise. And then she says "sorry mummy" and there I go and my heart breaks. "No my baby girl, I'm sorry. Don't ever be sorry, it's not your fault." And I hope she understands, even though I doubt she does.
Then I take her to bed with us, and I wake up to my baby girl whispering "wake up mummy" in my ear, and patting my head and calling me monkey mummy (she thinks my bald head makes me look like a monkey) and telling me my "boobies go round", and I hug her, no matter what the time is (usually 5.30am UGH!), and I am glad and thankful that no one came in the middle of the night to take her away.
And I'm the wonderful mummy again. Breakfast at the table with her, giggling about spilt milk, hooraying and cheering when she does her wees on the potty, and crying as I leave for work knowing I won't be home for almost 10 hours :( Crying but dreading coming home because after a day at work (a child care) with everyone else's toddler, I can barly muster the strength to play with my own :crying: I come home and try to relax and destress but lately it just seems to end up the same way. Screaming banshee mum.
Just to follow up... I know I probably have some sort of anger issues, and I'm working on it. I have a lot on my plate, but the only option is to make it work. I'm working on that too. Working on making it work.
I just need to de-brief. Maybe some hugs. Maybe some nice words and not words to make me feel guilty because trust me I already do.