I can absolutely relate to this! Being a wife and mother is Hard. And yes, sometimes completely overwhelming.
Cooking, cleaning, laundry, dishes, keeping kids and school sorted out, grocery shopping, PLANNING for grocery shopping, running errands, paying bills, commitments with work or church or family or friends, remembering everything for everyone in the house, school functions, trying to feed everyone something they will actually eat, more laundry, more cleaning, finding lost items for everyone because nobody ever knows where they put their own stuff, trying to find five spare minutes to take a shower, everybody coming to you because they need socks or help with school work or their hair brushed or their dentist appointment made...and sometimes that’s just your average Monday.
I got to the point where I was so far behind on everything- the house was such a disaster- I couldn’t take care of the bills without forgetting one (or two)- everything seemed too crazy, too difficult...I just stopped. I didn’t do anything. I felt just lost, depressed, and then also insanely guilty because I couldn’t take care of my family. It was horrible. I get it- you’re definitely not alone.
Things are way better now- three years later. I still get overwhelmed and sometimes resentful, but I know better how to handle it now.
What helped/helps me:
I told my husband how I was feeling and asked him for the first time to pick just one of “my” responsibilities that he could take on. He picked the bills- and he does great with it, and I never have to try to juggle our income around and remember what’s due when. Huge weight off of me.
I stopped trying to do EVERYTHING. Let the kids forget things sometimes; they will learn. Prioritize things each day- if the dishes have to wait til morning, or if you feed your family a frozen pizza, fine! Nobody will die.
I asked God to help me...to let me serve my family joyfully, to change how I looked at my responsibilities, to help me know what’s important and what isn’t. And I have to pray this often, but it helps.
What God is teaching me through all of this though, is to Ask for help. To ask Him, and to ask my husband. Yes, my husband works long hours. Yes, he has a whole list of his own responsibilities here and elsewhere. And I don’t Mind holding up my end of things... but when it gets crazy, and I’m struggling, I swallow my pride and admit it to him.
I’m sorry your feeling this way right now. I know it’s rough. I’ll be praying for you- which maybe doesn’t seem as helpful as if I could come clean your house and give you a break