to leave.

[EccentricaGallumbits]

I am fed up.

fed up with having no money. things breaking. nobody ever tidying up or putting stuff in the dihwasher or bin. bloody fecking dissertation shite.
Skirting around DD2 who is constantly going into bloody moods and strops if you so much as look at her wrong. DD1 rebelling and being teenagerish and deliberately winding DD2 up. arguing, bickering, fighting. Fecking animals barking every time someone walks past outside. noise. interruptions, TVs on all the time, mess everywhere, house is a pigsty.

I'm leaving and very tempted to not come back for a long time.

oh sweetheart is there somewhere you can go for hour or so rather than leaving completely?

yanbu

I remember my mum threatening to leave all the time because of exactly the reasons you mention when we where all teenagers too.

Just put your coat on and do out for the day. Leave everything and just go out. Don't come home till you want to.

I would be tempted to do a Shirley Valentine and sod off to Greece on your own for a fortnight!

you have just discribed my life!

YANBU. If not Greece, why not disappear and buy an outfit and/or dye your hair a colour that will embarrass them thoroughly?

Hmmm.

My mother used to just walk out. From the time we were babies. My earliest memory of her is of her coming into a room where my dsis had knocked the fireguard with nappies on it into the open fire while she was out, and the curtains had caught light.

She kept on doing it right up until we were in our late teens. Would walk out without a word, come back hours later.

I remember a neighbour (very elderly) trying to reassure me that she would come back as I sobbed in the garden.

By all means do go for a walk, but do talk to them first.

I suspect she was depressed, and it was all too much for her. And I think my df should have tried helping her with that.

Could you talk to your dp/dh about how you're feeling?

And, really, you should try going for a walk. Sometimes you just need to know that all of it isn't tied to you with undoable knots, and is a shared responsibility; in fact, some of it is not your responsibility at all.

And alking, apparently, is as good as ADs (hmmm.).

And, when I feel like this, I just remind myself that it will all walk out of the door and become someone else's problem very, very soon.

they sound old enough to be left for a few hours, make sure theres something to eat in the fridge and bugger off!

girls are usually good at looking after themselves, much more common sense.

although once when my mum left me (11) and my sister ( 8 ) alone for a day we ended up with a tank full of dead fish, and the water bright red, and being locked out of the house by 11am in our nighties lol. ( it was snowing aswell)

so no YANBU, to take a break, but YWBU to never come back x chin up x

I'm back. went and bought some vegetables - thus is the extent of excitement in my life.

returned to find Dh swearing over the hoover which has bloody broken.

why do things keep on breaking? the list is growing.

shower.
shower door.
loo seat.
guttering front and back.
my car
the TV
the bloody hoover
and i dropped my favourite mug this morning and that too is broken.

i want to dye my hair and bugger off to greece.

Yy to dyeing hair.

I think you should negotiate a day with your dh and do something ridiculous. i don't know what. Just go somewhere, sit down, and watch people walking past. Or the sun moving across the sky. Just re-acquaint yourself with time that isn't being demanded by others.

And the broken mug is a shopping opportunity. Perhaps it's time to introduce some Cath Kidston into your life.

Don't think about Greece. It'll make you miserable. I suspect that you'll start off thinking about Greece, and all the broken things will parade mutely in front of you.

If you must think about Greece, remember that you have to get intimate with bodily expulsions and that they have a huge national debt problem at the moment. So the streetlights, roads, water-delivery and bus-services in those charming villages are hanging by a thread.

It's horrible feeling like this. We all do. But you're a person, in your own right, and you have a right to gather yourself together when you need to.

can't have a day off because of the fecking horrible dissertation.

am hankering after a delicious Emma Bridgewater mug. Thought DH might have gt me one but he's to male dim to notice i was a bit upset.

i know in the grand scheme of things it is just a mug but it seems a bit representative of my whole messy broken life at the mo..

Oh, I know about the mug. For me, it was when my dd broke the nose on this stupid pig I had on my desk ... .

What's your dissertation?

pregnant teenagers. oh joy. am not doing any more today.

Good subject choice, though.

You should be able to make that work for you if you go into research, or further study.

Met a lovely woman outside a conference doing research in that area, the other day. She reckoned it was very exciting at the moment + it never goes off the agenda (what with the social services budget and all) + with an imminent change of government, it'll probably raise its profile even higher.