I hate working. I hate it. I hate that it takes my patience away and when I come home I have none left for my kids or DH. I hate that I am main breadwinner in home (even if it's cheap white bread from the gas station). I hate that we rely on me to pay the mortgage and bills. I hate not being able to be a good housekeeper, I hate not being able to cook a 903 course meal for dinner, I hate the time work takes. I hate having to crash on the couch and miss another 2 hours because I'm exhausted. I hate that when I wake up from those 2 hours of 1/2 napping (somebody needs nursing, somebody wants this/that) DH needs to leave for work/I'm cranky.
I know that the solution is to readjust my expectations of housework meals, which I don't want to, but even if did that I still can't re-adjust my mommy expectations and right now I can't meet even basics in that department.
I'm just venting and needed somewhere to throw all this out in the open. DH and I have talked and that's just like running 400 miles around a track because there's really nothing new to say.
I know that the solution is to readjust my expectations of housework meals, which I don't want to, but even if did that I still can't re-adjust my mommy expectations and right now I can't meet even basics in that department.
I'm just venting and needed somewhere to throw all this out in the open. DH and I have talked and that's just like running 400 miles around a track because there's really nothing new to say.






I think a lot of us have days like this and more than one of these days if we're all really human!




