
A reader
recently asked if I was drained and needed a break after all this emotional work we are doing here of late. I can’t describe how drained I am.
Beyond beat. Not to mention increasingly resentful of being the only one in my home who pays any attention to any of the details of running the home and managing the kids. Gee, I’ll bet there aren’t any of you moms or dads out there reading this who could understand that sentiment? How many of you have learned that competence is a double-edged sword? That the more capable you are of dealing with everything, the more your mate is happy to let you do just that? I’m sure it works both ways … if our mate is handling something well, why would
we volunteer to take on the responsibility ourselves?
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I have always been the far more invested therapeutic parent. When it was just Beth at home, it was pretty easy—she’s healthy and fun and while we did continue to do regular emotional work in our wonderful big chair, it was less often and it was one child. Now that Dora is draining my tank rapidly, and Beth has required additional support during this time, my tank is running on fumes. And my husband is pretty darn clueless. But hey, he’s a guy … not an
emotional being. (My apologies to those of you guys who are!) He put a leaf in the table and exchanged tablecloths last night (at my request of course ... why am I the only one who thinks of this?) and put the tablecloth away and pulled out a different one this morning (thinking it was the same one) when I asked him to take the leaf out and put the table back to the way it was. He makes billion dollar decisions at work, but at home it feels like I have to do all the thinking for everyone. I love him, he's a great guy ... but when is my day over?
I told the girls this afternoon that I was going to just take care of myself. We had kicked around the idea of working on some Christmas crafts, but I just didn’t have it to give. I’m crabby and irritable and really couldn’t give you a specific reason as to why … I’m just out of gas. Wait ... I know why ... I'm a MOM, that's why!
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