I have a 6-yr old daughter and a 2.5 yr old son. My husband and I are lucky and have worked from home since March. I now only work once a week because it was too much work for me to tend to the house, kids, yard, work and keep them away from my husband (who works in IT) all day long. My son and I both had COVID-19 in May and got through it OK. It’s the quarantine that’s going to literally end me.Naturally, my kids are miserable being stuck at home. No school, no preschool, no friends to play with, no gym playroom while I work out, no playgrounds to play on. We live in a rural southern town with 3500 people in N.C. ( it’s Trump town.) It’s a nightmare. All the kids have at the moment is a cheap plastic pool in our backyard and an overnight trip to grandmas once per week (this has probably been what has saved us all.) They cry about having nothing to look forward to and nothing fun to do. We’ve tried everything. Crafts, games etc... it’s all old news now. My daughter recently went to look out the window and said, “ Mommy, how do we leave (insert our home address here) Street? Don’t we know anyone else?” WTF.Lately, they’ve been really acting out. They’re normally happy, well-behaved and well adjusted children, but they’ve been showing their asses for weeks now. Obviously this is horribly difficult on them too. It’s consistent screaming, throwing stuff, hitting each other, damaging furniture, throwing food, refusing to eat, whining, whining, whining, not napping, crying, refusing to get dressed etc... my son needed to be changed earlier and when I pulled his pull-up off, he ran to the other side of the room and jumped on our end table...and peed right on it and onto the floor. I lost my temper. I started yelling at him and screamed “What in the hell is wrong with you kids!!??? You’ve turned into animals!!” I chased him down and when I tried to put a new one on him, he kicks and screams and wiggles and slaps and it takes two people to put it on. My husband was busy working so I literally sat on my son and pinned him down to get his pull up on. He got up and cried and pointed at me and said, NO NO!!! MEAN MOMMY!!! and then he ran to his room and closed his door. I felt so horrible I went in the bathroom and cried. I’m crying now. We have one bathroom and as soon as I went in there my daughter starts rattling the door to get in. We live in a 1400 square foot house and you can’t get away from anyone. It’s like living in a box. I just can’t take another day of this wretched house arrest. I want to be happy and I want my kids to be happy the way they used to be. This is all so unhealthy and I’m so overly stressed out. I’m a horrible parent and I obviously can’t handle parenthood. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/30FUojP
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