Firstly work. I've just given notice on my current job which is in retail and I'm finding incredibly draining physically and mentally. Sounds daft but the role has changed so much since I started 10 years ago and the pressure on staff has gone off the scale. That's with the usual quota of slackers who seem to get away with doing less than most. Most of my colleagues are looking for other jobs.
I accepted a new job in an office so it's less demanding on the physical side but probably going to be more stressful mentally (NHS) Also the training will stretch my powers of getting to grips with up to date technology. I'm not a young cove.
This job is less hours at less per hour too adding to the money worries. I'm really nervous about giving up a secure job with better hours but feel I can't go on much longer where I am.
Then there's my home. Last year after years on the list I finally got awarded an HA house. It's still one bedroom short of a mansion so I'm on a sofa bed in the living room. It's in a village where I feel a bit cut off. The bus service isn't great and a car is a luxury I'm wondering if I can still maintain. I love the huge garden and that is my main solace and de-stressing area. When the DC leave home I doubt I'll be able to afford to stay there on my own. So potentially in a few short years I'll be uprooted again.
DCs are 23, 18 and 16. The teens are in their bedrooms most of the time. They do a few chores but need chivvying. I often come home to a mess after work. Eldest has been contributing financially but as expected is now looking to move in with her boyfriend. A bedroom gained but financially a loss. Plus she is adult company and (mostly) rational conversation. She helps out with cooking, housework and minding her siblings when I stay with....
DP. He's of an older generation than me and has some outdated attitudes to race, homosexuality and women. He's had a chequered past which he's been quite honest about. My children used to like him but with age have become extremely anti. He liked them when younger but is always critical now. I'm caught between the two parties and can't talk to one about the other. He has his own place which I stay at a couple of nights a week. It's a tip so not very restful but I do regard it as an escape from the drudgery of unappreciated cooking and the usual housework.
My old friends aren't mad on DP either so I can't talk to them. I find them very judgy generally and we've lost touch to a great extent. I've got very little money and can't go on the girls weekends anymore.
Everything seems a bit shit really. At home I sit alone after another unsuccessful meal that teens have hated and put in the kitchen caddy. At DP's I field his comments and try to ignore the towering piles of crap. Just venting here really. Feel entirely free to ignore.