i need to get something out, but im not sure who to talk to. a friend of mine says writing helps her, so here i am, i'll give it a shot.
since running on the treadmill has no effect, im still waiting so i can run outside, maybe it'll be different?! i used to love to run, but something about not really moving anywhere might be the issue that is taking away my joy of running.
i've tried lifting weights, nothing. im just sore.
i've tried yoga, until i pulled a muscle. i've tried eating... and at the same time, said goodbye to all the hard work i did by losing my festive 15.
im not appreciated at home. not be my husband, and in turn, not by my kids. there is no respect. little things tend not to bother me too much, i like to look at the brighter side of life, lately, this has become huge. i've been noticing it more and more. it sucks!
my family just expects me to clean up after then, and make them food, and do their laundry. what if i stopped?! well... i've also tried this, it just piles up... i get behind. it hurts when my 4 going on 5 year old says as im making her bed 'your doing your job, right mom.' yes, i guess so.
it's more then that. its just not about cleaning... it's more.
i would give the world to my family. i put them first before i do anything for myself... and yet, maybe this is the problem... who cares about me?
thanks t. this did help... a little. still no answers, but it's a start by getting it out.
1 comment:
I have yet to meet a mother who has not felt the same way.
Look at it this way, we do what we do so well, that they take it for granted. If a fellow gardener told you your garden was beautiful, you would value their opinion more than someone who didnt know the first thing about growing a plant. Your family does appreciate you, but cant understand the magnitude of what you do, because they have no idea just how hard, and sometimes unrewarding it can feel.
It takes one to know one, and from one mom to another, we all have those days. Just keep in mind that some day you will be able to pick your kids up at school wearing a velour sweatsuit, with rollers in your hair just to embarrass them as revenge for their ungratefulness.
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