Being a Boy mom

Being a boy mom is a rollercoaster. We are up and down and a lot of the times upside down going in circles. But I wouldn’t change it for anything.

There is times when it is really hard, especially when I am running on borrowed spoons and zero energy. These boys wake up and immediately began taking over the house. Running from every corner of the place and bouncing off the walls. Chaos erupts from the minute they open their eyes. With two wild little men trying to find themselves it can quickly turn into a battlefield here. Breaking up fights and negotiating hostile situations is an every day routine. This is an all day affair for us. Bedtime takes time to wind down due to their free spirit energy. Chasing each other down the halls and doing flips in bed, their little bodies cant slow down. It’s a mad house til the end.

Along with the hard times there are many more good memories making moments. These boys need love and attention all the time. As soon as I sit down they are by my side cuddling up to me to watch their favorite scene in the mornings. My youngest will run up to me and tackle me with hugs, and then tickle wars begin. The bond I have with boys as their mother is unbreakable. They come to me when they dont feel good or if they got hurt, just to feel the comfort of us together. We play together and read together, making time stop. I wouldn’t change the chaos when in return I get to be their safety.

The mixture of emotions and chaos is what makes being a boy mom worth every second. I might lose my cool often and feel like everything is out of control, but the calm after the storm can’t be replaced. When I am struggling to get through the day, they are who I look to for my light. Boys have this magic in them that comes out in everything they do. I am a proud boy mom.

Perfect Home

My ex husband would strive for his idea of the perfect home. His idea was a clean and quiet home, even with two young boys. It was so hard to please him and give him what he wanted. Especially since my idea of a perfect home is completely opposite.

When I think of the perfect home I think of a happy home. A home full of laughter and fun. I didn’t care if the dishes got done, or if their are toys in the kitchen. What I saw was the kids playing and food was being made at home. My kids came first to me. I watched as they played and explored. If the bathrooms didnt get cleaned because I watched their favorite show with them, it would be ok because there is always another day.

I do have a problem with having to have things organized and everything having a place, but I hate the idea that you cant be a good parent if you cant keep a house clean at all times. We are all human. The thing about being a good parent is making your kids happy and safe. We are all doing an awesome job if they are happy and safe.

Anxiety Anger and Irritability

My anxiety is a huge struggle for me. I have my normal anxiety when I’m a little on edge which is totally manageable. I also have anxiety that is accompanied by panic attacks that is seldom. But it’s when I anxiety hits the peak when it becomes difficult.

When this happens I go from 0 to 180 in an instant. I can no longer control my tone or expressions. My senses get overloaded and everything gets heightened. Sounds get louder, everything is harsh to touch, and I get nauseous from smells. Things get unbearable.

My fuse gets so short during these times that I cant even stand myself. I completely feel bad for those around me that have to deal with it, but it’s such a struggle for me that I know I just need to make it out for myself. I have apologized to my kids so many times for getting angry at every little thing. It’s hard to be a single parent with no one to help so I can take a break from it all to calm down.

Living with this anxiety and having triggers is hard. I want to scream, throw things or do something reckless. But I have to continue to control myself the best I can still everyday, so this anger and irritability just continues for a while. It takes up energy and taints memories that are being made. It’s hard to do it all alone. I know I am not the only one, so I understand what you are going through. I get it.

Parenting a Difficult child

My 7 year old is diagnosed with ADHD and Sensory processing disorder. At 4 he got these diagnosis and was borderline autistic. At 2 we were told to get him anger management therapy, but no one sees that young of an age.

I did the best I could. I researched different things and how to cope with it all. Believe me it’s still a learning game after 5 years. His father has always been against the diagnosis and really anything I would tell him. So I was limited in everything I could do for my son.

I tell you all this because man is it hard to parent a difficult child. With my anxiety and depression I get irritable and I cant help it either. So double whammy.

Things started to get rough after we separated because the consistency and structure varied between households and both my kids being so young cant fully understand why mommy and daddy are not together. Which is completely understandable. So I try to do my best. I love them, talk to them and I try to make the best and most effective decisions based on knowing how their father is.

After spending the summer with their father, my son comes back in an emotion wreck. He also was put on a medication holiday due to weight lose so no meds all summer either. So he comes back right before school starts, mind you during the summer we had a lot of outbursts and emotional regulation problems also. So trying to parent was even more difficult.

I have been there with the screaming at the top of their lungs. I have been there when they cry so much they cant breath. I have been there when it all doesnt make sense why they are reacting so over the top. I have been there when they say thing just to hurt you and everyone else. I have been there when they dont want you around and yell to go away. I have been there.

I might have a problem with trying to control situations (yay for my OCD and anxiety), but I think they need to know you are still their for them no matter what. Even in the most of the storm I tell him I love him and I will be here no matter what. I tell him when he is ready to talk we can talk. After years of going through it all, I feel like I have finally conquered a mountain now.

His medication stopped being as effective and how I know this is because his anger slowly came back. The other night it was full fledge back to where we were after the summer before medication. He was screaming and hitting the wall and flinging himself on his bed. I laid there. Nothing more. He told me to go away. I told him I was in there to make sure he stayed safe and that I was there in he needed me. After a little bit he calmed down some because of a distraction so I laid in my bed with his brother. Maybe 10 min later he comes in to my bed and cuddles me and goes to sleep.

That was a huge moment for me. After all the hurtful things he said to try to break me down, he knew he could still come get comfort with me. I felt so proud.

Parenting a difficult child and one that is trying to be like his big brother is hard. I am a single parent, so it’s just me. No one to tag team the melt downs or anything else. But I made it over this mountain.

A Letter To My Future Love

For far too long I have feared how my life will look from the outside in. Fear that things are too chaotic for anyone that decides they want to be a part of it. There are many reasons I have this fear, and I wanted to give light to all of it. I believe between me, my children and my ex that it may seem overwhelming. So, please open your mind and heart as you read this letter.

If you are going to love me unconditionally with everything you have, I need you to know me fully. I am sure you have learned by now that I am nothing close to typical. I cannot fully explain how my mind works, but I will try my best. First let me explain that I have Bipolar Disorder, and that means I can have extreme mood swings at times. My highest highs are rare, but they can be hard to navigate through my nonsense. On the opposite end, my lowest low can be just as difficult to make it through my storm. Those are extremes though, normal everyday mood swings are softer. The truth is you just need to be patient and understanding. Please understand that I can not control my every thought or how I feel. My moods are the least frustrating part of me; my anxiety can be even worse. My anxiety I believe causes most of my distortions. I am working on so much, and I will be making progress slowly. 

My mind is a mystery, and you will need a map that has room to add to it as our lives mend together. Many times, you will question what happened, how I went from A to B, or why I think certain things. There will be times that I need reassurance, more often than not. Quality time is the only way I feel secure in our relationship. When we are apart I start to doubt myself and convince myself that I am not worth everything. Every message I send out of the blue, I send to know if you are thinking of me. I cannot help my thoughts, as they have a mind of their own. I try to ignore them, and tell myself that they are not true; they are apart of me, a monster hiding inside. So, humor me and message me back, spend time with me, or whatever I am craving. I need the affirmations and to know how much you love me. I will be open and honest about everything, if you do the same for me. I just ask you don’t shut me out, because that will cause my mind to go into overdrive. 

Aside from all that, I am also a very restless and free spirit. I have romanticized the idea of traveling and having adventures. Constantly moving is appealing to me, you will need to keep up with me. I want to feel the heart of the earth as we explore. I tend to live in a fantasy world most of the time, because I like to see the beauty in everything. There will be times I will be completely random and off the wall, and times when I will be silent and thoughtful. You should be prepared to dance with me anywhere, listen to my awful singing anytime there is music on, or go along with my senseless ramblings. I can be a handful of wildness most of the time. Just expect the unexpected. 

When it comes to my children, you must be understanding and have a place in your heart for them. My oldest can be overwhelming and difficult at times. Between meltdowns, tantrums, appointments, and parenting differences things can be difficult. My youngest has learned some habits from his father and brother, so he can be difficult as well. My boys and I have a rhythm, we have with our routines and ways of handling things, so be patient with us as we let you in and for any changes that might happen. My kids have been through a lot and changes can be very hard to maneuver through our lives. Build a relationship with them, help them, and help protect them. Eventually we will move in together and blend our families, so I ask that we have a conversation on how we will handle the changes, discipline, and any problems that may arise. They are my world and I would love for you to be a part of their lives too. 

The short version of our lives is that I have two kids that need me more than anything. I am there for them to release their emotions after keeping it all in, especially after long week or weekends away. I am there for them to ask me for anything. I am there to be their rock, their shelter, their safe zone and their forever. My oldest needs to count on me to be there waiting for him while he is doing his thing, to be proud of the little achievements that he makes daily, show him that his best is good enough for me. My youngest needs to see how excited I am when he does something right with his colors or numbers, help him when he makes a mistake, be there when he wakes up every night to lay with me to go back to sleep. My children and I have our special moments that we cherish and entering our lives means to understand that these are special to us. I am making up for the conditional love they seem to get from their father.

Last, I need to explain the situation with my ex. My ex will do whatever he can to make things difficult. It will become frustrating and hard to accept, but in the end it will be better to let it all roll off your back. There is a lot that has happened between me and him, so understand that it’s more complicated than it all seems. We are going to discuss things that have happened more in depth, but let me condense it down the best I can. By the end of things, I had lost myself and didn’t know what to think or feel. I have been beaten down emotionally and told how unlovable I am for far too long. I still have his voice in my head at times telling me that no one can love me, except for him. So, I can use some reassurance often. He broke me down and I am climbing my way back. Not only has he damaged me, but the boys are damaged also. Show us all that we deserve unconditional love. After a weekend with their father, the boys need to be extra loved while they let out their emotions and become clingy to their mother. Be patient with us, we cannot escape him fully. 

I am letting you into our chaotic life, and I wanted to give you a glimpse of it. But, I also wanted to explain the good that comes from all this. After my ex, the boys and I have learned to appreciate the good in life. My boys are very loving and sweet and will look up to you. They could use a good role model. As for me, I have so much to give. I love with everything I have. I will possibly smother you with all the emotions that have been locked up inside of me for too long. If you are willing to enter my life and let me into yours, I would be happy to get through everything with you. 

Love,

Chaotic Me

Not Enough Spoons

About three years ago I came across an article called “The Spoon Theory,” written by Christine Miserandino. In the article, she describes what it is like for her to be sick with Lupus. The article really spoke to me because of personally having Bipolar, with anxiety and panic attacks. I cannot stress enough how draining it is to have a mental illness, just like so many other illnesses. 

On top of my own mental illness, I am the primary caregiver of my son who has ADHD and sensory processing disorder. Being his mother is a roller-coaster of frustration, as well as being so proud. The hardest part of being his caregiver has been co-parenting with his father, because he does not acknowledge that his son needs help. All of this requires more spoons. 

I started to really think about this for a little while. As I pondered on the idea of how many spoons I use in just one day to just get through the day alone is already high. This is greatly my fault since I have a cognitive distortion of polarized thinking, on top of always trying to be perfect. You can say it’s like I have to be perfect or else I am completely failing (black and white views). Having this mind set, my daily goal is simple: Let me look presentable and like I have my life together. 

So, lets put this into perspective of spoons used to just look presentable and get my kids to my sisters and me to work:

  1. Wake up
  2. Get out of bed
  3. Shower
  4. Brush teeth
  5. Get dressed
  6. Wake the boys up (which is a losing battle)
  7. Get the boys dressed
  8. Make breakfast for the boys
  9. Get lunch packed for both me and the boys
  10. Make sure shoes are on (which is on repeat for 5 more time of saying it)
  11. Jackets and any bags or toys or anything they need
  12. Pack up all my stuff in my bag
  13. Lights off out the door
  14. Make sure to lock the door
  15. Keep the boys quiet while going down three flights of stairs
  16. Get them in the car and buckled
  17. Drive to my sisters
  18. Unbuckle and make sure they grab everything
  19. Walk them to her door
  20. Walk back to car and drive to commuter lot.
  21. Park and walk to line and wait my turn for a ride.

Now, this list is the bare bones of my mornings. That is 21 spoons minimum for my day to just function on autopilot with nothing else interfering with the routine. Well let me tell you…I have a 7-year-old that has ADHD so is always getting distracted and not paying attention 90% of the time, and a 4-year -old that doesn’t want to do anything for himself. Lately, it has been meltdown city over here since after the holidays and changes going into effect for custody agreement so its a lot of transitions and adjustments right now. Also, we must add in my depression that causes some of these tasks to require two or more spoons to accomplish them. 

Considering how quick it is to lose spoons for the day, imagine how easy it is to need to borrow from other days. Some tasks are difficult for me to do with my anxiety. The days I do difficult tasks, such as phone calls, going to a crowded store or anything that requires me to talk to people about something confrontational, I use more spoons from other days. By mid-week I have only gotten a small portion of my to-do list done and I am spoonless and drained to the max. 

When I read that article, it changed the way I thought about things. I have realized that part of my self-care was that I needed to be more aware of how I spend my spoons for the day. It has been a slow process, I admit. I still try to take on too much. However, I am learning to say no when others ask me to do more things and am realizing that when I do take on to much that I need to remove myself from some things. There will always be events that you cannot control, mine are how my kids will react to things or how loud they will be; but, if I am not using all my spoons for unnecessary things then I will have extra spoons that I can borrow when needed. 

Why I Started This Blog

Welcome everyone to my first blog ever. My name is Randi and I felt like I needed to blog about my experiences to try to reach others that have felt alone, left out or like an outsider in life due to many different reasons. I myself have struggled with that feeling and unlike what you probably thought would happen, I did not grow out of it and it has gotten worse along with my situations changing.

From childhood until now life has thrown me through some loops and has given me blessing and struggles. Today I sit here as a single working mother of two wildly different but very close boys. My oldest has been diagnosed with ADHD and sensory processing disorder, but is really smart and likes to be the one in charge. My youngest is very lovable and a big prankster who likes to follow everyone around him. They are my light within the darkness. I have struggled with Bipolar over half of my life without being diagnosed. Was diagnosed in 2018 a year after I separated from my husband (a second time), and living functionally in everyday life despite being told I would need to be medicated to stay sane. My soon to be ex-husband was verbally and emotionally abusive and I believe I suffer from some form of PTSD. I have severe anxiety and when triggered I will have panic attacks, which are not fun. I certainly think and see the world differently through distortions and understanding of things others do not understand.

I am telling you all this, because I all these things make me feel like an outsider in a one way or another. So I GET IT. I know what it is like to have the kids melting down and hitting you while you have to carry them out while everyone stares. I have been there. I know what it is like to going through the divorce and everyone questions why you didn’t stay to make it work. I understand that not everything is seen. This is me reaching out to give you a hand to help you continue to be the best you.