During my recent trip, I decided that I was going to see just exactly how I felt, and just exactly how things went at home while I wasn’t here. You see, our home seems to be nothing but stress and arguments. Now, I do understand that with teens comes the mouthiness and argumentativeness or trying to find their way. I also understand that after spending nearly 17 years with your spouse that things do change. But what I don’t understand is why it’s so difficult for four people to get along.
Here’s a very quick synopsis of how my trip went. Even after being sleep deprived and PMSing, I only had one time where I got even the tiniest bit upset, ONE TIME! Here’s a quick synopsis of how things went here at home while I was gone. EVERY day was filled with some sort of argument or disagreement, some of which caused extreme anger issues in the kids and my husband. Yet amazingly, even though I wasn’t even home, other family members that don’t live in my house seem to think the reason for all of the problems while I was gone is still completely my fault. It’s my fault that the kids pushed their father to the point of being so angry that he slammed a door hard enough to pull the door jam 2-3 inches away from the wall. It’s my fault that my children fought the way that they did and didn’t take care of the responsibilities they were supposed to, and it’s my fault that the kids neglected to care for the dogs the way they were asked to.
OK, EXCUSE ME, HOW is this my fault when I was thousands of miles away and not a presence in this home? Let’s see, at one point while I was driving through the mountains I received a very angry phone call from my daughter because she couldn’t find something that I had given her with the instructions to put it in her suitcase for grandma’s on the day that I left. After a few calls with her as well as a few calls with my husband, it was obvious I wasn’t going to be able to help, and since I was driving I told them that I did not need the distraction and when I ended the call I would be turning my cell phone off, which I did. Approximately 2 hours later I turned the phone back on only to be greeted with umpteen voice mail messages from my lovely 12 year old daughter who called me everything EXCEPT mom. Those, of course, were followed by a message in which she was crying and apologized because, amazingly, the item was right in her suitcase, even though she SWORE she had completely went through it. So what did I do you ask? Did I get angry? NOPE, I called her and let her know that I loved her very much and told her not to worry about it because I knew she didn’t mean it and told her to have a good time at grandma’s house.
Here’s another example of something that happened, or actually didn’t happen, while I was away. I busted my ass making sure this house was clean and laundry was done, I made sure my desk was completely cleaned and wiped off since my husband was going to be using my computer while I was gone. I made sure everyone knew where all of the important things they’d need were at and when I walked out the door this house was cleaner than it had been in a avery long time, with only maybe 2 loads of laundry that needed to be washed (due to my son deciding a few hours before I was leaving to FINALLY clean his room and bring out his dirty clothes). Yet, when I got home, not only was the house a FILTHY mess, there was also a TON of laundry piled up, a load of clothes in the washer that had obviously been left there all week (the smell about made me puke) and the load of clothes that was in the dryer when I left had been taken in to my room had several heavy objects piled on top of it thus making EVERYTHING in the basket wrinkled to the point that they all have to either be ironed or rewashed. (I’m rewashing them because I REFUSE to iron t-shirts).
The arguing was almost non stop last week, EVERY time I called home I would get the latest low down about who had done what and what daddy’s reaction was. There are a few things around the house now that are broken, a few others that are simply gone and the tension in this house when I came home was so thick, you can could it with a knife. Yet, I’M the problem?
Yes, I am a stay at home/work at home mom, which means I do feel that I’m responsible for the bulk of the housework and stuff that has to do with the kids. But when I’m not home why is it left for me to do when I get back home? ESPECIALLY when I busted my ass before I left to make sure it was DONE?
And why am I the reason “this family is the way it is” yet when I’m gone I’m completely stress free with almost no anger issues, yet everyone here at home continued on the way they do when I’m not home? Do I have anger issues? YUP! But only when I am pushed to the point of no return, when I am so completely stressed out that I feel my only venue for dealing with the stress is to get angry. And when I get so fed up because although there are four people in this house that are TOTALLY able to clean up after themselves, yet because I don’t have a “job” they all feel that I’m the one that should do it.
So my trip was definitely an eye opening experience. In just a few weeks my kids are going away for a month and it will just be the hubby and I at home with the dogs. At first I had the feeling that he and I would discover how much we loved each other again, but now, I have this gut wrenching feeling that we’re going to discover otherwise. I admit to what I do wrong, I’ve never denied the fact that I get angry and upset, EVER. But when I’m not around and things continue just as they did when I was here, that tells me the problem isn’t just me. Yet I’m the one that everyone blames, and what do they tell me? Get back on your meds. I’m sorry, a pill is NOT going to solve the problems with this family! And I’m not sure how much longer I can go on letting them put the blame completely on me before I simply walk out the door!