We are lucky enough to own two homes, I know I’m fortunate and I’m very grateful. Nevertheless, I’m here for a rant.
During term time, we live in our main home. I am self employed and wfm, it’s the sort of work where I have to be available to speak with clients even when on holiday. I also do all the cooking, cleaning and general running of the house, including the 45 min round trip to school twice a day with teen dc. DH has a very stressful and full on job, my job is less hours and much less stress so it makes sense to divide labour this way. I don’t generally mind.
During school holidays we travel (7 hours) to our other very much smaller home which is in my home town beside my family. DH works remotely when we are here and I still keep up with my own work. When we are here DH goes on about me being ‘on holiday’.
I’m not though, am I? I’m here still cleaning and cooking, just in a different bloody house. I also have the added responsibility of elderly and increasingly needy parents whom I want to spend time with and also have to do things for, I don’t have any brothers or sisters to pick up the slack. So I’m on an endless guilt trip if I don’t spend every moment possible with them and do all the obligatory visits to extended family. I also try to catch up with friends and get jobs down in the house and garden, taxi ds about and have date nights with DH so he’s not feeling neglected in all of this. It’s non bloody stop.
I’ve been here for a few days and I’m knackered, just worn out and run ragged trying to be everything to everyone.
Currently fantasising about taking myself off for a couple of days to escape and be at no one’s beck and call, no taxi services for teen, no endless domestic drudge, not having to be anything other than quiet in my own company with only myself to keep happy!
Anyway, feeling better for committing this to print and going to make myself a coffee. I do mean this lightheartedly as I am lucky in so many ways and DH really is wonderful and I have a great family. It’s just a lot sometimes and feels endless. Can anyone else relate?
So, I guess AIBU in thinking that this is not really a holiday for me?