Oh my gosh...
My first marriage I thought it was "the right thing to do" to send your kids off to pre-school or the babysitter. I can't believe my mom was such a "libber" from her I learned it was ok to "try out" your "potential husband" by living with him before marriage. Let someone else raise your kids. No wonder she was divorced when I was 18, I still had 2 younger sisters who had to deal with the divorce. I'm surprised my dad lasted til I was 18.
SOOoooo, I got married at 21, waited 6 years to have a baby, had both boys born by the time I was 30. Felt it was MY DUTY to send them off to babysitters while I chased after my dreams....and NOT being a mom.
Got divorced, met sw in college. He had his 2 kids, I had mine. We got college done, decided we wanted to manage a ranch instead of going for the pHD. Got pregnant with a girl, alot of stress with that since she was supposed to be a "trisomy" or a Mongoloid child. We had faith she wasn't and when she was born, she was absolutely NORMAL. Because of the blessing I changed my way of thinking concerning raising kids. RAISE YOUR OWN. You can make it work financially, just won't have all the nice "toys" you would like to have. (THAT is the problem of young adults nowadays, gotta have it NOW no matter who you owe). We found this job managing this ranch, the owner had no prob allowing us to use "us" to get the work done since we had "been there and done that" with hired people. Hired people quit for better wages and didn't care about the ranch (our experience only).
So our daughter was 1 month old when we moved here, this is the only life she knows. She was my "right hand man" until she started 1st grade. I home-schooled her when she turned 3 because she had a fit her "brother and sis were going to school and she wasn't". She was like a sponge and still is.
My greatest thrill in life was to raise my daughter by my side at home and share every experience in ranch life that I could. I was learning (since I was a city person) and I loved sharing it with our daughter. My husband, sw, was soooooooo great about breaking me into ranch life...I had worked for a vet before and knew alot about drugs and how to cure certain ailments. Never about real life on-the-ranch happenings. sw introduced me to these things, I am grateful forever.
I remember harrowing in the tractor, my very young daughter had to put up with it aged 1-3, she sat behind the seat of the tractor and napped the whole time. She was a good sport, slept there, but when she reached 3 she was getting too big to fit behind my seat.
She is now in 7th grade, straight "A" student, and was the only one who could answer this question in health class, "What is Colostrum"? Cracks me up. I WILL NEVER EVER forget the joy I felt when she was my right hand man until 1st grade.
When you put a pencil to it, there is no price you can put to raising your own kids. It is priceless.
I understand about being "allowed" to help out your husband. As long as your father-in-law is in the picture you will continue to have stress. Luckily, I met my 2nd husband after his grandpa died, so things were VERY different. Don't give up the hope, as long as GRAMPA is alive, things will not be good for you, needtolearn. DON'T give up. It seems when GRAMPA passes away alot of things change, including the genetics of the livestock, and letting wives help out. When sw and I run a cow in because she is having calving difficulty, we take turn running our arms in to get that calf born. Unfortunately we both have short arms so we get tired, but we take turns and get that calf born. Usually the calf is still alive...what a feeling to get that calf on the ground, using straw to get it breathing good...wouldn't change it for the world!!! We did it TOGETHER!!!
Hang in there, please.
Don't let your FIL and MIL see this. I could go on with MIL but that is a whole 'nuther chapter, and not my MIL, but sw's grandma.