How do I explain my living situation without the whole world turning against me? Because that is what today feels like. I was called to a meeting at the school with the Resource team under the guise of offering me assistance with their programs.
Instead, I was sat in a room with 4 other people as they voiced their concerns about my family. It was a bunch of nit-picky little things that made me feel attacked and belittled. I was told Matthew's clothes look frumpy and disheveled. Funny, those are the clothes the school gave him. I was told I MUST walk my children to the bus stop each day even though I can see them from my front door or the bus driver will report me and the school will "take action". In other words, report me to social services for neglect.
I work odd hours and sleep odd hours. They are appalled that I am doing laundry at 3 in the morning, so they are referring me to someone to come to my home to help me get organinzed. People, I don't need to get organized, I need sleep! I need my kids and my husband to pitch in instead of leaving everything to me. Somebody coming to my house making lists and pie charts is not going to fix anything.
I feel like because I am not a Suzy Homemaker that I am not a good parent. Yes, my kids have issues, and I am addressing them. I don't need the school psychologist telling me that my kid's behavior is from lack of sleep because of MY job. I don't understand what they want from me, although they "sweetly" told me in writing everything that I am supposed to be doing.
I am ready to tear my hair out. I get no help at home, I'm working to support my family on just my income and I feel like all I do is work and sleep. I should be sleeping now, because I have been called into work on my day off, but I can't sleep because I'm so mad!
Their idea of help was to attack and bully me. I feel like I have to quit my job to stay home with the kids full time to make sure they do their homework, take baths and have a clean home. But then, who would provide the income? Oh wait, that's me again. My house is a wreck and instead of using my day off to clean (like I always do on my day off), instead I have been called into work. Another day not at home with my kids. I never see them.
I'm so tired. Physically, emotionally. I don't have time to do anything. I need a break, but it's not going to happen. I'm already under so much stress that I ended up in the emergency room last month with heart palpitations. I'm not allowed any more caffeine. What I need is a week. I need two days to completely rest up, 5 days to completely rearrange, reorganinze and scrub my house-without kids around to mess it up again, then two more days to recover. My job doesn't offer paid vacation time.
I have one hour before I leave for work, yet again, so I am going to attempt a nap. So far I've managed to squeeze in two short naps since I got out of work last night of three hours each. I hope when I wake up, my house is clean and I'm a size 6.