Feeling stalled

My uplifting return to my former pre-child existence was followed almost immediately by the school holidays and other responsibilities. This is thus the third week where I have experienced "days off", where I do what I like at my own pace. I'm always taken by surprise by the counter-intuitive effects of such relief; every time something in the world of child-rearing improves, every time I feel a release from some kind of relentless pressure, I expect myself to return to the coal face refreshed and energised. What actually happens is that I balk at going back at all, and find the descent harder than ever. And, being good at beating myself up, I feel guilty about it.

In theory, every week there should be one shortish and one longish day to myself. But P is missing his 4th day of school today in 4 weeks, and this particular day is -- yes, my long day off. So perhaps parenting has in some ways been a little harder than usual, and I shouldn't beat myself up too much, not to mention the ongoing need for Q to be absent for substantial periods of time caring for his elderly father. I have noticed, though, that I have much more energy and focus when there is another adult around. P couldn't go to gym the last 2 weeks, but instead of cancelling the babysitter for S, I had her come to help anyway. I found myself at the park with S on his bike while P played on the laptop in his bed. Knowing that someone was folding the washing & so forth, and that I didn't have to negotiate with 2 contrary sets of desires (in this case 1 child who finds movement in general draining, & one who is strong & craves more of it), I noticed just how much easier it was to get involved in the outing. On that note, S also continues to mature, and we are having more satisfying encounters in general. It all makes me wonder if I tend to shut down in sometimes in anticipation of the physical, mental and emotional exhaustion of juggling practical responsibilities with the communication and emotional regulation difficulties that both boys have.

On that note, memo to self; I might go off-topic sometime revisit life with chronic pain. There is also P's upcoming 7th birthday, a milestone age and a time to reflect on how we can support him as the social world of his peers picks up speed. There is much on my mind, but there still seems so little time to unravel it all!