All my friends of a certain age want to run away from home

[MareofBeasttown]

I thought it was just me, but after speaking to a bunch of friends around my age ( late 40s to early 50s) I have realised that all of us want to run away from home and fuck off to a desert island somewhere. We all have wildly different home lives, jobs and circumstances, but this is the common factor. Of course the pandemic has made things worse, but I don't think it's only the pandemic. Myself, I want to run away just to avoid being asked "Where is the sriracha?" when the sriracha is right on the counter.

On a tangent, copied from another mumsnetter, if someone asks you where something is, and you can see it’s in plain sight then you get to (gently) hit them on the head with it while calling them ‘blind o’ (sorry for ableist language).
It helps cut down stupid questions no end.

Count me in.

Somehow I am working full time, managing all of the household chores, finances and other admin whilst my husband and older teen expect a round of applause for washing a few pots. 😐

We got home at the same time, he sits down and I'm running about sorting chores before I log back on to finish a work task.

I've just had a moment of clarity and buggered off for a bath.

Also hate being The Finder of All of the Things. For fucks sake, it's right there!!

Completely understand. I'm a bit older now and things are calmer but 5 years ago I was most definitely a 'sandwich'. I used to fantasise about booking myself a night in a travel lodge (yes my bar was that low I fantasised a travel lodge!)

Also that temptation when you fill the car up and see that you have 500+miles range...

Where are you finding all that petrol then?

My answer to every 'Muuuuum, where's my ...' is "It's in the bin".

Obviously it's not, but I'm done with looking for their stuff when I can't remember where I put my own stuff half the time.

I've read (on mn) that the decline in estrogen 'the happy hormone' around that age causes such feelings of 'can't be arsed with annoying family members'. Not sure if that's true or not but would make sense 🤷🏻‍♀️

Yup. In my friends WA group we regularly talk about buying a massive property in a place we all love to run away and live the life we want to drinking too much booze and eating lovely food

You need to go to a Greek island let Tom Conti lick your thighs

Yes!! Mare, you can have sriracha island and I’ll have fridge island.

@RiotAtTheRodeo

You need to go to a Greek island let Tom Conti lick your thighs

Tom Cont’s Hoky Pretend Greek accent would make my thighs clamp together and probably wither up.

But I totally get the sentiment. I recently dropped by a beautiful coastal Buddhist centre where people were doing silent retreats in little private cottages, emerging only to eat very good vegetarian food. I had to be prised away.

I'm in. When are we leaving?

My DH was away at the weekend. It was very quiet without his constant verbal offerings.

He returned home and immediately started asking pointless questions. For example I’m
Making the dinner, he’s just sitting watching, he goes ‘what’s that pan boiling for?’

‘Peas’

‘Oh’

I can’t bear fucking pointless conversations/justifying/explaining/ negotiating. It’s bad enough I have to make dinner for somebody who’s just had three days away on a jolly with friends, without having to answer pointless questions

My sister and I send each other photos of Norwegian log cabins in the middle of snowy forests . It sustains us

I've told all my kids (teens) that as soon as they fuck off so am I
To a lovely house by the sea with minimal bedrooms
So they can visit... but not for long 😬

I'm saving up madly... we're on a very tight budget at the moment as I'm saving it all for meeeeeee

I'm late 30s and want to run away!

@PolaDeVeboise

Yup. In my friends WA group we regularly talk about buying a massive property in a place we all love to run away and live the life we want to drinking too much booze and eating lovely food

My best friends have decided this is actually going to happen... we'll pool our cash/houses and get caters when needed. As we're sharing nothing can be sold for our care home fees

We will have all of died from partying by then so win win

Similar boat. I’m not unhappy, in fact I love my life, but it’s tiring and I regularly dream of escaping to somewhere very very QUIET where I can have a peaceful life of doing not very much.

I’m SLT in a school and work 11 hour days, often take work home, have two teens with issues of their own, a house that’s never clean, bills coming out of my ears, ageing parents. It’s all a bit of a hamster wheel at times.

Yes, sick of being needed. I'm 46 and perimenopausal. Have been on HRT since June but its not helping. I have an elderly Dad who nearly died in July (5th time when he could have died), and two boys aged 14 and 11 who don't appreciate anything. DH and I don't really have enough time for ourselves. I turned round yesterday and said I wished I lived on my own. Hopefully things will ease up one day but I know I need to stop wishing my life away until that times.

were all your friends women? Dont think it is uncommon.

I've felt the internal longing to leave this life filled with catering to the needs of others for years. It was really strong this summer and I wanted to take off with just a backpack, no particular destination, just somewhere in Europe. I didn't want a return date either.
I travelled a lot before kids and had them very late. After so much freedom, motherhood is going on way too long for my liking.

I get irritated by anything food related.

I don’t really give a shit about what’s for tea and l do f want to make it either.

When l live alone I’m going to exist in cheese sarnies and M and S ready meals.

All my life, I've been anxious about what other people wanted from me, and above all by wanting to be a "good" daughter, sister, friend, wife and mother. A lot of the time I ended up being taken terrible advantage of it and hoping that it would make my parents, friends etc like me. My fault, but probably influenced by very disapproving and critical parents.

Now I'm angry. I'm angry with myself for letting myself get into such a terrible marriage, angry that my parents still don't bloody like me, angry that my children can't find their own fecking socks, angry that my vet doesn't know how to treat quail, angry about absolutely everything, I'm done with it, all of it.

I already live on a remote island, but would gladly leave it for a warmer one! I think there's a real possibility that one day I will genuinely just reach the point of no return, get on the next ferry and fuck off to wherever I like the sound of at the time.

48 here and never been happier.
Kids are both 18+
Very happy with my DP of 3 years.
Work full time in a job I love.
Live alone.

Have to admit, I've been asking for a weekend away by myself as a birthday/Xmas gift for the last 10 years. Not once has it materialised. DH doesn't understand why I don't want to be with my wonderful, energetic, talkative, exhausting family all the time.

I think I just need to sort it myself. I fancy somewhere near the sea, with a lot of books.