I work full time with 9yo DS.
I have only been granted two days annual leave through the entire summer which have been and gone. As such, all my spare time has gone on keeping up with housework and ferrying DS to various babysitters, all of whom live 20 or more miles away.
Every fucking time I manage to grab a small amount of time to myself, something fucks it.
Last night I cleaned the whole house, got washing etc sorted, helped DS tidy his room so we could just enjoy a relaxed day.
DP has declared he needs me to go to a certain shop this morning, on the other side of town; fuck off.
Have just brewed a pot of coffee to sit and enjoy it with my book, downstairs neighbour started hammering something the minute I plonked my arse.
Landlord has expressed a wish to come round and see to some odd jobs later.
Have a missed call from a grandparent which will later on result in an hour long phone conversation about bus times and shopping, which I will humour because my grandparents are wonderful but it just cuts into my down time.
I realise these are small things but it just feels like I never get any proper peace.
Does anyone else feel like this?