To ask you to tell me what you're tired of?

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Just wanted to create a thread just for people to vent because I really feel I need to.

I love my child but I'm so tired of everything parenting brings. I'm tired of the endless grind of cleaning, nagging and tidying that is my life. I'm tired of having a poorly paid job I hate where I'm not valued just because it fits in with school. I'm tired of having to be sociable so that my child can be. I'm tired of having no money and absolutely nothing for myself because my child needs uniform, swimming lessons, days out etc none of which she appreciates. I'm tired of having a body with endless problems since having a child - the latest one being painful haemorrhoids. I'm tired of feeling old, fat and unattractive and invisible to men. I'm tired of feeling guilty about never really being good enough at anything and not being as happy as I should be. There - now I don't have to go outside and scream! Thank you.

Tired of feeling useless.
My DC's seem ok with me
They don't know the half it though.
Tired of dreading bank statements having to address crap

The noise

I'm tired of death, loss and general feelings of sadness and worry.
Tired of having to be the strong one for everyone all the time. I may be somewhat stoic but that doesn't mean I'm not breaking inside.
And cooking, so tired of having to decide what to eat every single day and then having to put it together for kids that never eat it when it's fresh and at it's best and would rather eat a rustlers burger or a frozen pizza anyway.

Oh and waking up at 4/5am in the morning. I am tired. I need more sleep!

I'm fed up of organising, tidying and thinking. I'd like to go to the gym every day. I'd like someone else to arrange food shopping/ cooking/ washing up, diy, and laundry. Adulting is exhausting!

I'm fed up of organising, tidying and thinking. I'd like to go to the gym every day. I'd like someone else to arrange food shopping/ cooking/ washing up, diy, and laundry. Adulting is exhausting!

I'm fed up of organising, tidying and thinking. I'd like to go to the gym every day. I'd like someone else to arrange food shopping/ cooking/ washing up, diy, and laundry. Adulting is exhausting!

I'm fed up of organising, tidying and thinking. I'd like to go to the gym every day. I'd like someone else to arrange food shopping/ cooking/ washing up, diy, and laundry. Adulting is exhausting!

I'm fed up of organising, tidying and thinking. I'd like to go to the gym every day. I'd like someone else to arrange food shopping/ cooking/ washing up, diy, and laundry. Adulting is exhausting!

I'm tired of my health. I have tinnitus and probable interstitial cystitis and I'm in pain and tortured everyday, however I still have to hold down a full time job, look after the house and dc and be a good friend. Its exhausting.

I'm tired of the IC meaning that I can now barely drink alcohol. A couple of glasses of rose was my favourite thing.

I'm tired of my dsc treating me like shit. Yes I know I'm not your mum. Yes I know she hates me even though she's never actually spoken to me, just because I look after you and she's threatened by that. They speak to me like crap in my own home, all the time.

I'm tired of my 9yo ds having no drive to do anything other than play the Nintendo Switch all day. Due to how much cs dh pays we don't have much money and when I surprise ds with a day out he acts like he's being tortured, it makes me sad.

I'm just tired of everything. Really bloody tired.

I am so tired of always being tired that I finally cracked and booked a day off work and dreamt of my lovely lazy morning in pjs, at home, all by myself for probably the first time in 2 years. Which was ruined by my dickhead husband who decided (without bothering to mention it to me) that as I had the day off I would do the daycare run while he had a lovely leisurely morning (meaning I had to get up, wash hair, get dressed, put on make up). I'm still irritated and it was last week.

Probably grounds for divorce.

I am so tired of always being tired that I finally cracked and booked a day off work and dreamt of my lovely lazy morning in pjs, at home, all by myself for probably the first time in 2 years. Which was ruined by my dickhead husband who decided (without bothering to mention it to me) that as I had the day off I would do the daycare run while he had a lovely leisurely morning (meaning I had to get up, wash hair, get dressed, put on make up). I'm still irritated and it was last week.

Probably grounds for divorce.

Sick of my house being a tip and my husband starting DIY jobs but not finishing..desperate to move but until DIY jobs are finished there's no point as people will take the piss and knock loads off the asking price/it will take forever to sell.

Sick of no one helping/bothering with my 2 young children, everyone just sees them as an inconvenience. Yet I always took out my (now much older) nieces and nephews.

Sick of my evenings being exactly the same, get the kids down, tidy up after dinner, do work and washing then crawl into bed.

Sick of my husband spending his evenings playing bloody FIFA rather than sit with me. If I complain he begrudgingly sits with me and watches crap on his phone.

Sick of being a stone overweight and not affording to have my hair done, it's beyond desperate,

Sick of seeing other people's fabulous holidays posted all over social media knowing we are not going again because I get my holidays in the school holidays so can't afford,

Sick of the constant whinging and whining...it drives me mad!

Sick of well off friends complaining they are "skint" then spending 1000 on furniture and getting a new car without even thinking about it.

Sick of being criticised for going back to work when ds was 6 months old (you could have taken a year if you'd wanted, you just cut your cloth)...erm I think I know my own finances! So bloody rude!

God that was therapeutic!

Sick of my house being a tip and my husband starting DIY jobs but not finishing..desperate to move but until DIY jobs are finished there's no point as people will take the piss and knock loads off the asking price/it will take forever to sell.

Sick of no one helping/bothering with my 2 young children, everyone just sees them as an inconvenience. Yet I always took out my (now much older) nieces and nephews.

Sick of my evenings being exactly the same, get the kids down, tidy up after dinner, do work and washing then crawl into bed.

Sick of my husband spending his evenings playing bloody FIFA rather than sit with me. If I complain he begrudgingly sits with me and watches crap on his phone.

Sick of being a stone overweight and not affording to have my hair done, it's beyond desperate,

Sick of seeing other people's fabulous holidays posted all over social media knowing we are not going again because I get my holidays in the school holidays so can't afford,

Sick of the constant whinging and whining...it drives me mad!

Sick of well off friends complaining they are "skint" then spending 1000 on furniture and getting a new car without even thinking about it.

Sick of being criticised for going back to work when ds was 6 months old (you could have taken a year if you'd wanted, you just cut your cloth)...erm I think I know my own finances! So bloody rude!

God that was therapeutic!

Sick of my house being a tip and my husband starting DIY jobs but not finishing..desperate to move but until DIY jobs are finished there's no point as people will take the piss and knock loads off the asking price/it will take forever to sell.

Sick of no one helping/bothering with my 2 young children, everyone just sees them as an inconvenience. Yet I always took out my (now much older) nieces and nephews.

Sick of my evenings being exactly the same, get the kids down, tidy up after dinner, do work and washing then crawl into bed.

Sick of my husband spending his evenings playing bloody FIFA rather than sit with me. If I complain he begrudgingly sits with me and watches crap on his phone.

Sick of being a stone overweight and not affording to have my hair done, it's beyond desperate,

Sick of seeing other people's fabulous holidays posted all over social media knowing we are not going again because I get my holidays in the school holidays so can't afford,

Sick of the constant whinging and whining...it drives me mad!

Sick of well off friends complaining they are "skint" then spending 1000 on furniture and getting a new car without even thinking about it.

Sick of being criticised for going back to work when ds was 6 months old (you could have taken a year if you'd wanted, you just cut your cloth)...erm I think I know my own finances! So bloody rude!

God that was therapeutic!

Tired of trying to revive my sex drive when frankly I'd be happy to let it sleep for the next year or so. Tired of having sex I'm not really keen on because I feel bad that I'm not keen on it any more when I really used to be and it's reasonable for him to expect some affection and connection.
In spades! I don't know if it's the grief, or just exhaustion, or age or what - but I just don't want it. Then the guilt...

I'm just really tired of the hamster wheel my life is. Work, kids, home. Work is very stressful and I was told yesterday that my contract won't be renewed (support functions are moving to Scotland) and I'm just sad and tired.

for all the
On here.

I am tired of looking after my baby twins and then a lousy OH who thinks hanging the washing on the maiden is enough of a help for me. I'm tired that he is 30 and cannot cook. I am tired of always coming 4th in this house. I am tired of being tired. Tired of myself being annoyed by other mums who show off their children on fb who are much more advanced or have more hair:teeth than my kids.

I am tired of the drain of people on me, not my kids so much as they need me, but the people that don’t need me but take anyway because it’s easier than them making a decision, bloody well looking for a change or taking a bit of responsibility. I am mother to two people and only two people

for you OP. I relate to so much of what you've written.

I'm tired of cleaning and tidying only for the house to look like a tip again a couple of hours later. I'm tired of never having any time for myself. I'm tired of planning and organising and emails and lists and diaries and calendars. I'm tired of having to be the one who remembers- that we need more milk or baby wipes, that someone has a birthday coming up, that we need to get DD's feet measured for new school shoes, that DS has an appointment- why is it MY job to remember all these things?? I'm tired of people telling me I look tired. I know I look tired, that's because I am fucking tired,
how is pointing that out in any way helpful?? You'd look tired too if you were being woken up every 1-2 hours every night for months on end. While we're at it, I'm tired of people giving me unsolicited advice about how to "sort the babys sleep out"... believe me, we've tried ALL THE THINGS!!! Nothing works!!

I'm tired of my hair, it always looks like a mess whatever I do to it. I appreciate this is trivial but it really annoys me.

Sick of being criticised for going back to work when ds was 6 months old (you could have taken a year if you'd wanted, you just cut your cloth)...erm I think I know my own finances! So bloody rude!

People can fuck off with that sexist bullshit! Who do they think they are? Of course you know your own finances but even if you didn't need to go back for financial reasons but just wanted to go back, it still wouldn't be any of their business! Men are never expected to justify their decisions in this way and it really pisses me off.

I'm tired of Traffic and everyone going 25mph every damn day.

I'm tired of fighting for a tiny bit of help for my eldest two. They are both autistic but not autistic enough for a diagnosis as their primary school lied. I have proof the school lied but fighting the system is exhausting. Both girls are struggling and I just cannot care for them alone any more.
I'm tired of being autistic myself and being told off for it. Yesterday I told my DH I needed five minutes to sit and just think. Didn't get it as the kids needed constant stuff and DH was listening to the cricket which apparently is all consuming. He then shouted at me for bring spacey.