I don't post around here much but feeling the need to write out some feelings today.
I am just absolutely irritated - woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess. Forgive my stream of conscious thought style of writing...
I'm irritated that I feel like I constantly try to help my husband get out the door with our daughter and I don't get the same help. Yeah, he is primarily the one who drives her to where she needs to be for childcare on any given day, but it bugs me that I get up and get in the shower and then have to get out, get her up, dressed, fed, get her food together, and usually get her bag packed too. And he stays in bed while I'm in the shower, then gets up and gets himself all ready to go, and then I have to direct him on what to get ready for her. Sometimes I have to leave for work and I can't finish getting her stuff together. I feel rushed and overwhelmed in the mornings and I often forget to take my meds because of this. I also don't have time to pack all of her stuff and get him a lunch together so he typically does not take a lunch - which irritates me because I feel like he comes home starving and it's "my fault" because I didn't send him with anything, which irritates me more because he's an adult and should be able to get his own crap together, but he "forgets" or "doesn't have time" BECAUSE HE WON'T GET UP until the very last minute and then rushes around the house all morning which spikes my anxiety.
I'm irritated that I've been having sharp back pain for the past month and I'm supposed to care that he has sciatica when he complains about it, but when I complain about my back pain it's almost as if it's not heard or dismissed or not cared about at all. I still have to stand and cook, I still carry the baby around. I don't feel like there is any concern or compassion at all coming my way, and so when I hear him complain about some ailment he has, I really feel like rolling my eyes, ignoring him, and/or telling him to suck it up. Sorry, but I can't give the sympathy that I don't also get.
I'm irritated that I'm working hard at something I enjoy and trying to turn it into a business. I work 3 days a week outside the home and then the other two days I spend at home with our daughter. I work on marketing and networking daily and have been trying to work on production in the evenings up until my sewing machine broke (waiting for the new one to arrive in the mail tomorrow). He never asks anything about it, doesn't show any interest at all, which feels very un-supportive. In fact I feel like he thinks that when I'm sitting on the couch with my tablet that I'm being lazy when I'm really networking, marketing, and researching. I feel guilty for taking time to do that! He says that he's just not into the creative stuff like I am, and that's ok. I don't expect him to love what I do like I do, just show some freaking interest because you know, I'm your wife and you love me?
I can't talk to mom about my small business venture either because narcissist that she is, she nods ans says, that's cool and then proceeds to take over the conversation with how many likes she got on her instagram photo (she's a photographer) and how she got featured (using my daughter's photo!) and blah blah blah.
Basically - I feel like I live in a world where nothing is about me. I feel like I give and give and I get little back. I feel like when I succeed at something, either no one cares or someone is there to overshadow it. I feel like when I'm hurting or struggling, that someone else is always hurting "more" or demands more attention or my needs are just brushed aside.
I just feel pretty insignificant.
Maybe I'm oversensitive or just over interpreting. I don't know. I just needed to get it out.
I am just absolutely irritated - woke up on the wrong side of the bed I guess. Forgive my stream of conscious thought style of writing...
I'm irritated that I feel like I constantly try to help my husband get out the door with our daughter and I don't get the same help. Yeah, he is primarily the one who drives her to where she needs to be for childcare on any given day, but it bugs me that I get up and get in the shower and then have to get out, get her up, dressed, fed, get her food together, and usually get her bag packed too. And he stays in bed while I'm in the shower, then gets up and gets himself all ready to go, and then I have to direct him on what to get ready for her. Sometimes I have to leave for work and I can't finish getting her stuff together. I feel rushed and overwhelmed in the mornings and I often forget to take my meds because of this. I also don't have time to pack all of her stuff and get him a lunch together so he typically does not take a lunch - which irritates me because I feel like he comes home starving and it's "my fault" because I didn't send him with anything, which irritates me more because he's an adult and should be able to get his own crap together, but he "forgets" or "doesn't have time" BECAUSE HE WON'T GET UP until the very last minute and then rushes around the house all morning which spikes my anxiety.
I'm irritated that I've been having sharp back pain for the past month and I'm supposed to care that he has sciatica when he complains about it, but when I complain about my back pain it's almost as if it's not heard or dismissed or not cared about at all. I still have to stand and cook, I still carry the baby around. I don't feel like there is any concern or compassion at all coming my way, and so when I hear him complain about some ailment he has, I really feel like rolling my eyes, ignoring him, and/or telling him to suck it up. Sorry, but I can't give the sympathy that I don't also get.
I'm irritated that I'm working hard at something I enjoy and trying to turn it into a business. I work 3 days a week outside the home and then the other two days I spend at home with our daughter. I work on marketing and networking daily and have been trying to work on production in the evenings up until my sewing machine broke (waiting for the new one to arrive in the mail tomorrow). He never asks anything about it, doesn't show any interest at all, which feels very un-supportive. In fact I feel like he thinks that when I'm sitting on the couch with my tablet that I'm being lazy when I'm really networking, marketing, and researching. I feel guilty for taking time to do that! He says that he's just not into the creative stuff like I am, and that's ok. I don't expect him to love what I do like I do, just show some freaking interest because you know, I'm your wife and you love me?
I can't talk to mom about my small business venture either because narcissist that she is, she nods ans says, that's cool and then proceeds to take over the conversation with how many likes she got on her instagram photo (she's a photographer) and how she got featured (using my daughter's photo!) and blah blah blah.
Basically - I feel like I live in a world where nothing is about me. I feel like I give and give and I get little back. I feel like when I succeed at something, either no one cares or someone is there to overshadow it. I feel like when I'm hurting or struggling, that someone else is always hurting "more" or demands more attention or my needs are just brushed aside.
I just feel pretty insignificant.
Maybe I'm oversensitive or just over interpreting. I don't know. I just needed to get it out.