This has been going on for YEARS now. Not sure why it’s suddenly come to a head tonight. I guess it’s just time.
Every day. Every single day. I stay awake until past midnight, if not 2am, even if I’m up at 5.50 the next day. Even though the rest of the house is asleep by 9-10 (except for eldest who stays up MUCH later, but only to accumulate more mess to clean up come the morning).
I force myself stay awake just to make sure the laundry is done and the dishwasher is done, and the rabbit is in bed, and the house is clean(ish) and then more dishwashing/laundry is done.
If I don’t drink, I’ll be asleep by 10, so I drink just to stay awake.
And then the next day, after 4 hours sleep, I’m up 30 minutes before I need to be just to make sure we can stay on top of it. To make sure the laundry is done and the dishwasher is done, and the house is cleanish. Just to take the edge off what’s to come the next day from the second I finish work.
I hate it, but I’m made to feel like it’s “my thing”. Like I get some enjoyment out of it.
And quite often I’m told not to do it. But if I don’t, who will? No-one. Nobody is in any hurry to actually do it. Nobody is willing to step up and do their share. They’d rather spend another hour on a screen than take a bit of this burden. So I’ll keep doing it.
It’s literally killing me. Day by day. Slicing hours from my life.
Every. Single. Day.