So maybe I just need a rant. Twenty-something mum of three. Two mid- primary school age kids, one toddler. Married (barely hanging on), working full time, part time further education (ha! - as if life wasn’t hard enough). I get up, battle with stubborn kids to get up and ready, wrangle them all into the car, drop the eldest two off across town to my parents, drop the baby at nursery and go to work. Work is a busy office which is horrifically understaffed, I’m being what feels like heavily micromanaged by my manager (no reason other than trying a new working style to account for said no staff) whereby they sit with me for the entire day and I spend the day feeling suffocated and stressed and like I can’t even get up to go to take a piss. I spend my lunch break going home to tidy up the house after the chaos of the morning then rush back to work. On the way home at night I pick up DCs then go home (this can take up to an hour depending on traffic) and then cook dinner. DH gets home about 7pm in a filthy mood because he works 72 hour weeks. DCs trash the house, we eat, I clean up, I do laundry, I bathe the kids, I get them in bed, DH complains the whole time wanting everyone to be in bed by 9pm so he can have uninterrupted sleep, I go back downstairs to finish the chores, sometimes attempt a bit of my studying, I shower, I get in bed. I lie in the darkness for hours unable to sleep, head spinning from the events of the day and anxiety through the roof. I get in a few hours sleep then wake up and the cycle starts all over again. DH works his arse off in a manual job- so I’m responsible for everything else. Housework, kids, bills, appointments, shopping, not to mention my own job. I’ve used no annual leave since December and can’t see me having the chance to book leave any time soon as work is chaos. I feel so drained and then I look at other women and feel like a failure because I’m losing my mind. Am I being a baby, and does every mother feel like this? Is there a trick to handling being a parent and running a house and working? Why do I see other people sailing through life with a smile on their face and I feel like I’m being pushed and pulled in every direction and like every person in my life wants a piece of me and there’s no part of me left for me? AIBU to feel like I’m going to have a nervous breakdown? Should I just shut up and get on with it and hope I don’t end up fully losing my shit?