I’m a bipolar father of 4yo boy and 3yo girl. My mom just took the kids out of town for a few nights, I had a great long weekend with the wife, the kids have been home for about 13 hours, mostly sleeping, and I already hate my life again.
My mom took the kids to give us a few days of rest after I experienced a night of strong manic feelings again. It was great, I got full nights rest, spent time with my wife and I’s mutual friends, got to spend a long morning fishing with one of my day one’s, and had excellent quality time with my wonderful wife, we even had sex like 5 times.
This is probably one of those “my life is too great woe is me type posts” trust me fellas I know most of y’all got it harder out there. I am grateful for my life but I just feel like a shell of myself as a father to these wonderful children.
I think it’s got a lot to do with my own mental health which maybe I could do better with but I feel like I already am maxed out on prioritizing myself. Sleep is a big factor, I don’t do well if I don’t get 8 hours of sleep a night. Lately my daughter has been relentlessly coming to sleep with my wife and I in our queen bed which throws me off big time. Other than that my life is perfect other than my own demons.
I thought a few nights of good rest and the break from the kids would help me out, but today I just hate my life again like I didn’t get a break at all. I’m on medication, I see my psychiatrist a few times a year and I just recently stopped therapy after making massive improvements. (I’m sure I’ll be calling my therapist back right after this post.)
Anyways, my kids are great, fucking brilliant, but they’re just at that age where I can’t blink without them needing something or just being annoying generally. I hate it. I preferred the baby stages to this toddler bs. I think I’m just incapable of appreciating the small moments. People say you get what you put in and I feel like I’m putting in 10000% just to get like 2% joy back from them. I think I’m just hard wired for short term gains or something like I hate fatherhood. I just want them to grow up and move out already most of the time.
Not to mention they’re wasteful little shits who eat up 90% of my paycheck after the bills are paid just to not give a fuck about they’re playdoh, or the 2 bites out of the mac and cheese box I made for them that took 20 minutes while my youngest shits on the floor. It’s like, what should be a simple task ends up into an hour and a half of cleaning, because I had my back turned to make the food.
I’m looking for support, advice, reality check, whatever you got. I know the finest things in life take time and patience, I guess I’ve just always struggled with that. Maybe I should start aging whiskey, at least that would take less constant attention.