Rare middle-of-the-day posting! I have no time to post, REALLY no time, because all 3 boys are busy around me, and I never turn on the laptop when they're awake in the day time. I used to, but it didn't seem fair to them, so I stopped.
Today I'm really struggling, and since I'm already being unfair in so many other ways, here I am on the laptop, NOT improving things for them, but instead having a quick vent in my blog, to hopefully "reset" the way I'm feeling by letting out some thoughts. Or something.
I soooo hope this is just pregnancy hormones, but even if it IS, right now I am just so woefully inadequate at this Mummy job that it doesn't matter WHY, even if it's hormonal. I don't believe I should give myself any excuse really. I am so disappointed in myself. I seem to be ANGRY with my children almost all of the time these days, and I can't figure out why, because I surely didn't used to be?! But angry is not good, and it means I am disciplining them in anger because I can't seem to cool off no matter how I try, before doing so. Which means they're disciplined inappropriately, which sucks. And, whereas I never used to shout at them, and then went to occasionally shouting at them, NOW I seem to be continually shouting at them. I really really really strongly disagree with shouting at children!! But here I am doing it. Some days by bedtime my voice hurts. It's awful of me. Also, aside from that, Matthew and Arthur are driving me crazy today. And every day, for a while now! They are more than just excitable and mischievous (which they always have been!) - now they are also wilfully disobedient, aggressive at times, rude, whiney, etc, etc. And don't get me started on Arthur's LYING. I know a ton of people, it seems, who dismiss 4-year-olds lying because it's normal at that age, but I can't stand just letting completely unacceptable behaviour slide because of their age! It feels like I've been disciplining them over the same stuff for EVER and I don't see any changes afoot. I can't figure out whether it's their incessant behaviour over such an extended period of time that's driving me crazy to this point, or whether it's just me being influenced by hormones (where I would otherwise be managing things better?).
Being angry with them, and them behaving horribly for so many straight hours out of each day is starting to make me feel like I don't enjoy them, and that combination (the not enjoying plus the angry) means that I'm even less likely to treat them nicely, which I MUST do! I mean, I'm the grown-up, I'm the Mummy! I need to pull myself together and parent them properly, with LOVE and all the things that spill over from being genuinely loving towards your children. Lately I don't seem to be spilling over much. I am just irritable and expecting the worst from them. I have zero patience and even normal happy play is starting to irritate me. It's scaring me because I feel like I'm slipping into "something" that I can't get out of, or at least the sides are slippery and I can't get my footing, and in any case, I have NO IDEA how to climb out.
I'm starting to pray rather frantically about it, and asking God to help me BE adequate for them during the daytimes, and also for patience, gentleness, self-control, etc. But I am not finding that I am doing any better for trying to lean on God. Which makes me think... am I NOT leaning on God like I think I am? Or AM I leaning on God, but there's something "else" that I'm supposed to do to make it all click and to do better with God's strength pouring into me?
I am not sure how I am supposed to do this! Effectively and lovingly parenting 3 little boys, aged 4, 2 and a half, and 1, that is. Even if I get back to the whole loving and effective thing, still, how do I go beyond that and actually train, teach, discipline, and provide quality time for each child?! I read so many blogs where the mama does this so well, and many with more little children than I have, so I SEE it has to be possible! But at times like this I am thinking I am not the same kind of mama, I don't have what it takes to do that. I know that many of them rely heavily on God for the strength to actually do those things at all, as they can't do them in their own strength, so the same should be able to apply for me - I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength! But somehow it doesn't seem to be panning out that way. I'm tired of putting it down to pregnancy, because that's a bit lame, and also even if it IS pregnancy affecting things, I mustn't LET it! Nothing must get in the way of me doing what God has called me to and raising these lovely little boys well.
Right now they are all playing pretty sweetly, pushing large toy vehicles around the floor pretending they're going on ferries and trains and all sorts. It took a good 20 minutes of whining and pestering for me to get the message across that they (Arthur) needed to play by themselves for a little while so Mummy could get her thoughts straight about the rest of the day. Lots of interruptions and whining about not being able to DO anything unless I play too, etc. WHY do I find this irritating?! It's part of my wonderful blessing of a job, that's all! Everyone talks (or cries) at me at once and my head wants to just explode. I want to scream and cry too! I think maybe I'm just being childish about things lately. I just wish I could shake it off and do better, but it's been a long-ish stint where I'm being just inadequate and poor at what I'm doing.
Nathan needs a nap soon - his "one" nap at lunchtime went hideously - he didn't go down easily despite being tired enough, and ended up crying his heart out for like 20 minutes (till he kind of made choking sounds so I went in and picked him up fast). I hate doing that with him. I lowered his cot mattress to the lowest setting last weekend (he was climbing out, and it was long overdue) and now it's nearly impossible to lower him all the way to the mattress over my growing bump, and even more so to do the thing we're STILL doing with him (aaargh!) which is patting his little bottom (he sleeps on his tummy) till he's asleep or nearly asleep. Otherwise he stands up and screams for... ohhh, he can keep it up for 1 hour and 20 minutes, I have discovered (to my shame!). If I try to do the patting now, I get instant heartburn and/or some lovely regurgitation! So I don't want to do that any more, leaning down that far. So he cried for ever, and then I nursed him to calm him down and he went out like a light. But only slept for 25 minutes before waking crying again. So he needs another nap today! He's transitioning from 2 naps to one, but at the moment he's had 2 naps a day for at least a week. It all depends on what time he gets up in the morning. If it's before 6.30am he needs two. If it's 7am he can stretch to one, but his normal waking time is anywhere between 6 and 7, totally unpredictable!
Okay, I am starting to ramble onto other things, and I didn't mean to write a long post today. Nathan has toddled over (he's toddling everywhere now!) and is poking his little fingers into the holes in side of the laptop and trying to climb onto the sofa (he's a pro these days - he can climb all the way up the sofa and onto the windowsill behind it, and stand UP at the window banging on the glass!), so I think I will go. I just wanted to let out some of my increasingly pent up feelings about things, about ME, in particular. I really am getting frustrated with myself, and not liking who I seem to be turning into. I want to get back on track, but I feel weirdly like I don't have a connection when I try to pull on myself - nothing happens. Urgh.
They're still sweet little treasures though :) And I enjoy them many times each day, it's just that it's a shame how it's gone from enjoying them almost ALL the time, to short bursts of enjoying them in between long stretches of finding them intensely irritating and annoying. So sad, and I need to DO something to change things, or myself. They still seem to be happy (though Arthur has issues with anger and frustration as he has for a couple of years now), but I don't want it to continue because I fear messing them up.
Well, Nathan is tired and crying, Arthur has just got happy with a game after whining for the last 5 minutes straight (I fixed a ribbon for him so that it would tie things together in his game and he's happy now), and Matthew is balling up each playsilk and then stroking each one like it's a little pet, saying, "Aw, this one's so fweet!" :) I love that he says "fweet" for "sweet". Arthur used to say "fnowman", so it's similar. Although Matthew doesn't say "fnowman", he just misses off the 's' and says, "nowman" :) Talking of fnow, or "noes" as Matthew seems to call it (!), we had a ton of it (for London, anyway!) a few days ago. It's thawing fast today but we had 2 days of great snow play for the boys. I have photos, so I'll post them soon!
Sorry for being down. I feel like I'm struggling to do my "job" at the moment ALL the time, and it's starting to get me down about myself a little. I don't need sympathy though, I think. I just need to pull myself together! I'm annoyed at myself about it! I will try to carve out more time to spend with God. I think that is definitely the answer, and things will improve from that alone. Also, Neil and I need to re-initiate the prayer times we used to have every evening. He is overwhelmed at work at the moment with way more than he can possibly do (small team to start with and somebody went on maternity leave for a year in December). He has been working in the evenings from home most evenings lately, and weekends, up to midnight or so. On the snow days he worked from home during the day too, as the road was just an ice-rink, quite apart from the 10 inches of snow we had, and we don't have gritting machines round the residential roads.
Anyway if we're praying together I know things will go better, I just know it. So if we ever have time together (!) then that will help a lot! Okay, I need to go and put Nathan down for his nap and hand out snacks! :) Back soon.
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