Life as a middle aged woman I mean.
Work is a constant source of pressure and stress. I’m a teacher. I find it exhausting and difficult. I’m not sure I’m really all that good at it either. Some days I feel like I’m winning but most days I’m just struggling through. It’s really hard to achieve the high expectations with a big demanding class, few resources and very little time to think, plan, prepare, mark, organise etc.
DC. I have 2, aged 10 and 14. They need so much patience, time, understanding, guiding, helping, listening, taking places etc. And they deserve it. I feel like I don’t manage to give them half of what they really deserve because of everything else I have to do. Eldest is struggling with social anxiety and other issues and I just don’t seem to to have the time that is needed. I have started catastrophic thoughts about this - that this DC may be so unhappy they could do something stupid / harm themselves or worse and it would be my fault for being so busy all the time. I worry about the DC a lot.
Housework. It’s just constant. Tidy, wash up, put away, clean, shop, put away, cook, start again. I’m never on top of it. I have a DP and he does his share - but it’s still awful to come home from a hard day at work and have to start housework / cooking when I’m already knackered and fed up. And then when that’s all done I get my laptop out and do more school work. I can’t afford a cleaner.
We are carers for a disabled friend who lives 15 miles away so one of us visits at least 4x per week at teatime. This is usually DP (I do it once pw) but even when it’s not me, I’m doing everything at home by myself.
My parents are approaching 80 and they are going to need some support at some point. They live 30 miles away but I’m the nearest relative. I have no clue how I’ll manage when that situation becomes more pertinent.
There’s nothing left for me. No energy, no time. I just seem to drag my way through the days and weeks and months. And years. With too little joy, too little relaxation, never really pursuing my own passions and interests, not looking after myself physically because when do I have time for that? I’m fat (I feed my tiredness and anxiety with food and I don’t have time to plan, shop, cook and eat properly, or to exercise) and I worry about that all the time too.
I don’t know how to ease the pressure. It’s all too much.