I just can't do it anymore. I can't remember what it feels like to have enough sleep, or the last time I woke up naturally. If I have time to myself it's spent catching up with everything I can't do with DS there. If DP has a weekend off I'm still working flat out because he wants to catch up with his friends. We haven't had a date night in months.
He takes forever to do anything I ask, thinks it's funny to say no when he actually will. I never know if he's joking. He's currently being an arse about making me a cup of tea, has decided to watch NCIS and faff about tidying the living room instead. We have to go to his parents for his sister's birthday meal, and I feel like crap, but he's not being at all helpful.
On top of this, I've been doing slimming world because I wanted to finally lose the baby weight before I get married. I seem to have hit my natural weight, haven't lost or gained for six weeks, but my grandmother insists I could lose another half stone. I've never felt healthier, but apparently I'm still too big.
I'm just tired of living to everyone else's expectations. Tired of having to do everything myself. Tired of never having a minute to just sit and be.
Sorry, that turned out longer than I expected. Feel a bit better now I've written it though.