Why am I always in a bad mood? Why do I feel like I’m on edge? The truth is, my dear partner, it’s because of you. The responsibilities of our lives—yours, mine, and those of our four little ones—seem to rest solely on my weary shoulders, and it’s becoming unbearable.
I cherish being the person our kids turn to for comfort, knowing I’m their safe harbor. However, it would be refreshing not to shoulder every task and responsibility on my own. I didn’t bring them into this world single-handedly, and I refuse to carry the entire burden cheerfully. If that’s what you expect, then you’ve misunderstood what you signed up for.
I’m worn out.
So, when I’m in the bathroom, it would mean the world if you could pause your video game battles and get our kids a drink while they pester me for assistance. “Mommy, I need this. Mommy, I need that.” All while I’m trying to take care of my own business.
Why am I quick to snap at you, or why do I seem perpetually tired? It’s because I’m not receiving the support I need from you. My cries for assistance seem to vanish into thin air. Even though I manage to keep everything running, it feels like my struggles go unnoticed because I always manage to get things done.
You don’t seem to worry about my emotional, physical, or mental state, assuming I’ll handle everything because I love our kids enough to push through. But, I need help—real help, not just the occasional acknowledgment of my efforts.
You’ve taken my resilience for granted. You see me working hard and juggling everything, yet my complaints seem to fall on deaf ears. I pour my heart into this family, yet I seldom receive the same in return. I’m running on empty, and it’s not fair.
I’m not interested in fitting into a vintage housewife mold, but it feels like you want me to. I’m angry and exhausted, and you need to understand that.
Let’s Talk About Our Home
How often have you done the dishes in the last six years? Ten times, maybe? You complain about the laundry and the clutter, and it’s starting to feel like you’re just nitpicking for the sake of it. I’m tired of it.
So, the next time you see me cleaning furiously around the house, huffing and puffing, ask yourself how you’ve contributed today. I recognize that you work hard outside our home. I appreciate that. But please remember, I work hard too. My job might look like just cleaning up after our kids, but it’s far more than that.
I’ve never been a neat freak, so why would I start now? I value time spent with our children over a spotless home. I won’t regret a messy house, but I will regret missed moments with them.
And when will I have time for myself? I wish I could enjoy simple things without a tiny audience. I want time with my friends and for myself, but that’s been lost in the shuffle. I’m tired of being the caretaker without anyone to care for me. You should be my partner, but that often feels untrue.
I’m stretched too thin and often at my wits’ end. Do you even care? Do you understand the reality of being the mom I am? My needs and desires are valid. I do enough, I am enough, and my role as a mother doesn’t define my entire being.
This isn’t just about the mess or the chaos; it’s about the partnership and support that seems lacking.
Resources for Navigating Parenthood
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In summary, I need you to recognize the weight I carry, to support me, and to understand that my frustrations are valid. This partnership requires effort from both sides, and I’m asking for yours.