I haven't been alone in almost 3 months. I am losing my fucking mind..i miss the quiet. I miss my home being tidy and quiet for at least a couple hours a day, i miss my old life.
Its fucked my work which i love..stress on my marriage and my kid is having such a hard time and desperately needs more from me but I have nothing left to give and I'm beginning to feel full of rage.
He is next to me now for a film night I promised but his crunching of smarties is making me want to scream and rip my ears off. I can't, i don't want him to know how desperate i am to be far far away from him when he needs me so bad.
I am going to have a breakdown. I can't do this until September. I am touched out. Noised out. I feel sick with the monotony.
Am i an awful parent. I hate feeling like this.