I had so much this summer and so much demands and commitments and it came at me from every angle. There was work stuff and then there was family stuff too.
From the first weekend of July I can cound on one hand the amount of days that I had off. That was my work. Nearly every second weekend being called upon on top of Monday to Friday work and live in duties too. Then work had me studying too. It was honestly too much.
Then I had family commitments. I had family home from abroad all summer and any time I was free from work and studying I was spending time with my family or babysitting.
It's been months since I had a day to myself.
MONTHS.
My family are gone now and I really need a day to myself. Just to sit down in front of a meal out and eat it in peace. Have a drink in peace.
Work is trying to catch me for this weekend.
Then the following weekend I have to go to a function.
The idea of waiting until approx the 20th of October to get a day to myself doesn't appeal to me. There will likely be some other assh0le trying to get me to work or babysit. Why do I have to wait months to get any time to myself.
I really cannot cope any more without a day to myself. It really is that simple. You would swear I am married with at least 10 little babies with this kind of demands but I am not. I don't have any of that.
I can't cope any more.
In fact the only time off I got last year from my work was when I got ill from covid and needed a week off. Again this year. I got a week off when I was sick with covid.
I can't cope any more.