Had a few days off and failed to achieve virtually anything on my list.
Does anyone ever feel they've done it?
I mean the de-cluttering, sorting out domestic admin, the million jobs which need doing in my scruffy ( but lovely) victorian house and garden etc
I know it's about the journey not the destination but quite frankly the journey is getting tedious and I can't ever imagine an end point.
Do I just accept things won't ever been 'done' and make peace with that or kick myself up the arse? The 'just do it' feels impossible.
For context I'm a LP with no financial input (ever) from ex ( he sees DC for a few hrs/week). I do work P/T so theoretically do have some 'spare' time, but find the emotional load (& extremely stressful job - I know MNers hate that phrase, but it really is ) draining.
Anyone succeed where I have failed?