Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half sorrow.

I am feeling a little distracted and exhausted this week. But I don’t want my daughter to have to go another day without something posted on my blog. So I decided to go to twitter and look for a guest poster. And I got one! The ironic thing is, this post the the lovely ladies her first “private” post on her new private blog. She has some trouble with “letting it all out” on her regular blog. The irony is, I have been having the exact same problem here. Maybe that is why I haven’t posted anything in a while. But our community,it  is a wonderful place. So supportive and caring. So go give her some love over at Crazy Southern Mom’s World. Here is her first post (and my first guest post).

Hey there, ya’ll.  Yup, it’s a crazy time for me right now.  I have a teenager and two toddlers under the age of three.  I homeschool the teenager and raise chickens in our back yard.

This is what we will call a “private” blog.  I have another blog my husband and mom and other family members read.  I cannot be 100 percent honest on there, or even just let it all hang out.  I am what they call a deflector of conflict.  So, this blog, it will be my outlet for my crazy life moments.

Example.  The teenager.  OMG!!!  She would make the Dali Lama cuss up a red streak.  She’s lazy, and I just don’t know how to turn that around.  She thinks doing dishes equals time on the rack during the Spanish Inquisition.

Homeschooling has been a complete disaster because of this.  But I don’t want to give up on it, because we have discovered just how much the public school system hasn’t taught her in the last ten years.  But, we are close to not living up to the state allowance for her to be homeschooled *sigh*

The babies, I love them.  But right now, they are going through their age phases.  The one year old is a magnet to my legs, arms, clothing, etc.  If I am out of eye sight, it’s total meltdown.  This means not a lot gets done around the house.  The almost three year old is going through the testing of limits phase.  She is going to make me go completely mental before this is over.  And, even less gets done around the house than ever.

My husband is in IT at a local state government organization.  He comes home totally stressed out and exhausted, due to some huge projects that will not be done for at least another six months.  He does the dishes the teenager refuses to do each morning before he leaves for work.  He occassionally does laundry that I haven’t gotten to.  This, well, it makes me feel like a total loser and complete failure as a stay at home mom.

A little more background.  I have post partum depression.  I’ve been on Zoloft for the last year.  My prescription ended this month, but that’s ok, because it had stopped working a few months ago.  I am totally going mental here, folks.  I don’t know what to do.  I don’t sleep more than a four or five hours per day.  I argue constantly with the teenager.  The babies are stressing me so badly I’ve started to yell at them – this makes me even more depressed than I already was.

I worry about my mental state, currently.  Thus, the title Crazy World.

Ok, there is the beginning of the personal blog experience.  Let me know what you think…pretty, pretty please, with sugar on top.

Tell me what you like, what you don’t like, what you would like to see.  This is my frustration blog, but you are the ones having to read it and I am a total approval whore.


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  1. Hmm maybe I need an anon blog where I can say EXACTLY what I think sometimes. muhahaha
    .-= Lesley´s last blog ..My husband is awesome! =-.

  2. I just left the same message on Crazy Southern Mom’s World. Interesting thought.
    .-= Judi´s last blog ..Peanut’s Second Birthday =-.

  3. Hey you know the best therapy is to “JUST LET IT ALL OUT” , and that seems to be what your doing. I know I get frustrated all the time, and there never seems to be a respite. That is until I hit that certain point when everything comes uncorked. Then I’m good for a little while, very short while sometimes.
    .-= Eric S.´s last blog ..A Quick Look Back =-.

  4. Hello Crazy Southern Mom and welcome to Vixen’s den! Nice to meet you!

    My “baby” is 17, so I can’t claim it’s post partum depression, but I do have depression, so I can empathize. I think you should talk to your doctor about a medication other than Zoloft. I’ve always thought that Zoloft is a medication you have to work up to and that there are other alternative that can be beneficial without being so harsh. It may take trial and error to figure out what works for you, but getting a calm mind will make all of your crazy life more bearable.

    I can also empathize about the lazy teenager! The baby mentioned above is just like that! I’ve given up on the dishes, but she has chores she’s supposed to do every week and it’s usually a fight to get them done!

    Hang in there my dear! As my mom always said…”this too shall pass”!
    .-= Anna´s last blog ..Thursday Thirteen (#4) – Music…Again =-.

  5. Thanks for a fantastic guest poster. All I can say is it’s not easy letting it all out in a public forum but you’d be surprised at the generous feedback and support you receive. I’ve also struggled with depression and I understand just how debilitating it can be.
    .-= Mountain Woman´s last blog ..Featuring Linda of Life on a Colorado Farm =-.

  6. That’s a great guest post.

    I can relate to feeling down after a baby though not depressed. My mom once said, “When you get in the car and drive away for a while, you realize the problem doesn’t last forever.” She was so right. I hope you can take some time to yourself to enjoy. I found mom’s remedy worked even with the child in the car. Just put me in a different context. God bless.
    .-= SandyCarlson´s last blog ..Today’s Flowers: Everything at Once =-.

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