After struggling for months with serious anxiety, a spell in hospital with an unknown allergic reaction and a complete and total mental breakdown, I decided to leave my job. DH earns enough that I'm lucky to be able to do so, for a year realistically. We're moving in the summer holidays and I want to get as much packing/clearing done while the kids are at school so when the holidays come, we can just go.
After all the 'so you won't work at all, whatever will you do with yourself?' comments had settled down, I started to become the go-to gal for things that other people can't fit into their day.
This week alone I have picked up prescriptions for SiLs kids, waited in for a delivery and the gas man for her, run countless errands for my mum and been 'emergency' child care for 2 friends (the emergency being they'd been out for lunch and chatted too long so wouldn't get to school in time). It's always preceeded by 'seeing as you're not working, could you...'
I've said no to a few things this week too. I'm fully in the 'no is a complete sentence' camp, and I'm assertive enough that if I can't/don't want to do something, I won't. But AIBU? DH thinks I'm not, but I always have the little niggly guilty feeling when I say no. If it's a genuine emergency, I'll do it. But I feel like there's a degree of cheeky fuckery going on here, and I need honest opinions!
For information, I have 2 DCs myself, and DH works long hours, a very long way away so I do have my own shit to be getting on with. I'm not the lady of leisure that everyone seems to think I am!