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Submitted by jstorie on Mon, 04/20/2015 - 3:29pm

there is no reason to why I want to melt down I have just been sitting here at work. I will get off work
go pick up sd15 it isn't required of me. i just do it. she stays with a 87 year old women becuase she can't be trusted to go home. I go pick up my sons from daycare. I take bs5 to tball practice run around after my two year old becuase he doesn't listen. I get upset from watching "other" teenagers taking their younger siblings to the park. knowing that my teenager would not even stay there for two miniutes with her 3 year old brother. and i long for a "normal" life. a less hard life. in the mean time i stress about going home to do dinner and dealing with the brat. then feeling bad that i look at her as if she is just a brat. im just feeling broken. i know i am not the only one felling this way. you can tell me shut up stop feeling that way. thats a mom feeling. but i kinda just want to go home and cry. insetead im going to do my routine...

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Submitted by NoWireCoatHanga... on Mon, 04/20/2015 - 3:44pm

Hmmm. You need a coping mechanism. Let's think on this. Dtzy has her ipod.

I was a 911 operator / police dispatcher for 16 years of my working career. Stress is stress is stress. Your going to have to do something. You are. It will eat you alive. We would play scrabble or games or crotchet. Crocheting is very calming. In the early days at my career we didn't do EMD instructions and would have to transfer the caller for that portion and listen in. I would have to listen to the most horrific heart wrenching sobs and stories. Dead babies in pools. CPR on husbands of fifty years. You name it. And to get through I would look at my scrabble letter tiles and say "I have a Q and a Z and whatever letter." We would play Family Fued on the internet together. A lot of us did yoga and meditation in between horrible calls but you have got to find some joy in your life and focus on it. What I would do when I want to cry at work now at my current job is to go on Pinterest and only look at the humor pins.

Books on CD. A great show on Netflix.

My cousin has not one but two severely disabled children. Her four year old is non walking and non talking and is on a feeding tube. Her son is like a second grader and has autism and oppositional defiance disorder. He is in and out of instituions for violent outbursts. Her life is HELL and overwhelming. Its hard for her to get a break. But Sundays someone watches her daughter in the church nursery and she gets a lot of joy from bible classes and being at church. If she didn't have that ....

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Submitted by ChokinOnLemonz on Mon, 04/20/2015 - 4:28pm

(((( hugs ))))

Try to find something for you to unwind with. Plant a garden, try adult coloring books ( don't laugh, Amazon has them and they are amazing) buy some new make up or hit up Bath & Bodyworks.

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Submitted by No saint on Tue, 04/21/2015 - 3:52am

I felt like crap yesterday: called a friend and asked her if I could go over. Took 2 bottles of white and got drunk instead of staying home alone crying.

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Submitted by ClutterMusings on Tue, 04/21/2015 - 8:36am

Awh so sorry!
I've been there many MANY times. After you calm down, perhaps think of ways you can lessen the load of activities and "to dos" in your schedule. That's what I had to do. Don't feel guilty if you need to take some things out of your to-do! If you don't feel like cooking, tell DH to bring something home. If you don't like picking up SD, tell H he needs to find someone else to do it because you have too much going on. Cut some activities. And most importantly DO SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF! REGULARLY! With no guilt and with wild abandon Smile I found that I was putting too much pressure on myself. When I stopped and cut out things...guess what? Everything rocked along just fine.