or that's how I feel at least.
I cried on my way to work this morning. Because I hate who I am weekday mornings. Rushing around, ushering FireGirl to get up, eat her breakfast, get dressed, and out the door.
Even on days we don't fight, which are the majority anymore (thank the Lord!), I still hate who I am on those mornings.
It feels so... cold, so unfeeling. I swear I don't even think I saw FireMan this morning, till I was hurriedly pulling out the driveway.
It's get up, do this, c'mon, I said "do this", are you doing this?, why aren't you doing this?
It stresses me. It stresses her.
I hate who I am weekday mornings.
So I cried on my way to work this morning. Because I hated who I was at that moment.
But I don't know how else to do it. How else do you get up and get yourself and a toddler ready in the morning? It's so busy, so go-go-go.
I hate it. I hate me. Or the me I've become. On weekdays.
You know, I used to be a good employee too.
I was a great employee. I came early whenever they needed me to. Stayed late if anyone asked. My longest day was 6am-11:30pm, with no breaks except for lunch. Straight work. And I loved it. People depended on me, and I got stuff done.
Now? Please. Well, even if I could figure out how to get out the door sooner, I can't get there too early, because I'd have to wait until I could drop FireGirl off. And I can't stay too late because I have to pick her up.
So those days are definitely over.
My focus is split. I don't love my job anymore. I'm starting to hate it. Because of how it affects the rest of me. I hate the fact that I'm the way I am in the mornings because I'm going to that place. If I didn't have to go to that place, we wouldn't have to rush around, I wouldn't be ushering FireGirl around the house, urging her to eat her breakfast, begging her to let me dress her, fighting with her about getting in the car.
Ugh. I hate it. I who I am on weekdays. I really do.
I seriously considered texting FireMan when I got to work this morning and telling him I was putting in my two weeks notice. And meaning it.
I have no idea how we would make it financially, but...
I just feel like something's gotta give.
And it can't be my family. So...
I was a good employee, until I became a mom.
I'm a great mom, when I'm not trying to be a mediocre or better employee.
And in-between all that I'm desperately trying to be a satisfactory wife.
But... it's not working. Twenty-six months later, 26 months of trying, 26 months of failing, 26 months of stress, 26 months of failing at all three... I think we've reached a point where something has to give.
I am broken. I am tired of feeling like a failure. I am tired of being told I am failing.
You know how you have the worst things you think about yourself?
Now imagine if everyone around you told you they were true. Not just one person, but everyone. Okay, not literally everyone, but just about.
Oh, they always phrase it nicely. Okay, not always, but usually.
What if your husband told you repeatedly that you were not satisfactory to him as a wife, and he wasn't pleased with how you handled your daughter, and by the way, why can't you keep the house clean?
If your mom started putting parenting articles in your diaper bag so you'd find them once you got your daughter home?
If your dad kept telling you that you'd better "shape up" before you got fired?
If your boss & co-workers started telling you how to do your job?
And you are trying, you are really, honestly trying, working, pushing yourself to do better at all of it.
And when you realize you can't work on all the areas at once, so you focus on one, you immediately hear a chorus of dissatisfied groans around you, because focusing on improving in one area means not focusing on five others.
And so when you decide that won't work, and you decide maybe if you take baby steps in several areas, so you don't overwhelm yourself too much you get laughed at & made fun of because what are baby steps gonna do? and "I know how you are & how this will end up" and then the chorus of dissatisfaction starts anew because you're not improving quickly enough.
Heck, let's broaden things.
What if two different volunteer organizations you that your volunteer contributions weren't up to snuff?
If members of your own family told you how horrible you were, and decided not to be around you?
What if you invited over 150 people to a party... and only five showed up?
Just... whatever it is for you... think about what the worst things you think about yourself. Seriously. Take a minute. Think about what they are, what they would be.
And then, imagine if the rest of the world seemed to be reading your mind, and telling your that you were right. That all of those horrible things... really were true.
And every time - we're talking over the course of several years - every time you had the arrogance to try to convince yourself that they weren't true, to stand up tall, and press onward... well, every single time you got knocked on your butt again.
That every teeny tiny success you might have, was met with a minimum of two decent-sized failures?
I just... I need a break. I need... I need something to give. I thought giving up volunteer organizations would help. And... at least I have lowered the number of people I am disappointing, but... I'm not really doing any better at this.
And then, of course, I have those people that like to tell me how I shouldn't have given up volunteering because of... blah, blah, blah. And when I try to explain they proceed to tell me how they manage to work it in.
You know, because the fact that I can't handle it is just another sign of how badly I suck. Because everyone else can do it.
I don't have much of a social life to give up (see above note re: party).
Can't give up family. They're family.
All that I see that's left, is work.
And all I know, is that I've reached my breaking point.
After two-and-a-half years of fighting just to manage as a working mom, fighting and struggling, and fighting, and failing... I am waving the white flag yet again and saying, I can't do it. I give.
I spend too much time crying. Too much time feeling bad. I give.
I honestly believe I will be a better, and happier, wife & mother if I am not working full-time outside the home.
I will have more time for my family, more time for my home, more time for myself.
I will not be as stressed. I will not be under as much pressure. I will not be held to so many outside pressures.
Instead of 50 different people reaching for me, depending on me, relying on me, counting on me... there will be two.
I don't know how to convince FireMan this is the right decision, and I don't know how we're gonna make it work financially, but... I really think I need to do this. I think all of our lives will be better.
And Lord, Father, Abba - if this doesn't work...........................................................