On Thursday I hit my melting point, thankfully we were on our way to therapy for my youngest. Once there I hijacked the session and spent the entire time alone with the therapist crying while the boys fought outside her office door. I explained to her, it’s constant in my house, I’m either calming one child or it’s the other, sometimes they’re both going off at the same time. I feel like my house is a minefield spread with explosives ready to ignite. I am so exhausted!
Her advice to me, “Tell them how you feel. They need to know the impact they’re having on mom and they need to step it up and help take care of mom because you’re going to get sick at the rate you’re going. You are NOT Supermom, so stop trying to be.”
Hmmm... seems like good advice. So we did just that. We sat the boys down at the end of the session and let them know how all their fighting is hurting me. My youngest responded with, “Oh, that’s what you want to talk about, I’m outta here!” Then he stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him.
Ahh, the little one. He’s been quite a handful lately. He’s become very mouthy and seems miserable most of the time.
Once back home my youngest lost his electronic time since he refused to clean up the toys he played with at the therapist’s office.
What followed was his biggest meltdown ever. He was hitting me and kicking me. I had to hold him down and if I tried to let go, he was attacking me once again. After 20 minutes he was sweaty head-to-toe and ready to back down.
As for me, I’m now hanging on by a thread...
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So how about you, have you reached burnout yet?