God I want a lottery win.
I’m fed up of driving myself into an early grave leaving home before 7am every morning then dashing back to get the DCs from school, passing out exhausted before 9pm every night. Slightly glad lockdown is easing, but also having the free pass to not then have to dash on to after school and weekend activities has also been really nice. Back to that treadmill 8 March.
I love exercise, but haven’t a minute in the day to do it so I’ve mentally given myself the permission to let it go - feel better for it, TBH, but would really love to do more than rely on my active job to keep me going.
I have chronic health problems which would really benefit from more rest and self care but I have no time or support to enable me to do this. Freedom from having to fucking work would sort it.
I could potter around the house by myself (literally my favourite thing in the world to do) during school hours, walk, exercise, stare at a wall and rest when I wanted, then have a full tank for the DCs and my DH rather than driving myself through the day on caffeine, white carbs, too many painkillers and guilt.
No, I can’t go part time. No, I have no support beyond DH. Yes, I will scream if I hear ‘you have to make time for yourself’ just one more time, unless it comes attached with the offer of a free nanny/housekeeper, extra hours in the day or an independent income.
Whinge. Blah.