I feel as though I am suffocating. Weekends are no long 'special' they are an extension of the week and I'm feeling so miserable.
Friday night is another cook, clear up, sort then I'm sat in front of the TV, Saturdays are a non event, hubby works either in the workshop or on the land plus we have a house renovation, he would never not work.
Cook breakfast, lunch & tea - clear up. The two boys need to be outside they are not the type of boys you can take shopping, too wild. Before you know it its Sunday and the wheel of cooking, planning and clearing up starts again.
Apart from the odd party I'm so fed up, I'm lonely and bored and use FB to sit in front of to entertain me. I say I'm lonely but honestly I don't have enough spare time to munch around so much to do. I dont feel I have anything to say, I'm not the jolly giggly mum like the others in the school. I do socialise well though but people think I am happy and have a great life.
I feel as though I have lost the will. Its hardwork living here with running a business and being rural. My hubby has no idea he just tells me to get on with it there is no help from him the boys only go to clubs if I take them. I do everything to do with the house and admin for the business.
I havent many friends (I have tried to make new), many of them I have drifted away from far to materialist, some have no children and lets face it at the weekend they do the proper family things.
I really have got myself in a muddle and have been blessed with two mad healthy boys which I find hard to manage by myself if I take them out.
Hubby does nothing to make the weekends special, he never offers to cook, get a bottle of wine, or plan anything (unless I do it) and now I am thinking I have to go back into the kitchen to make tea to make a nice meal for my family. We are too exhausted to go out in the nights and family baby sitting means we have to rush back to please them (sometimes its not worth the bother). We like most have a budget.
Oh the joys with Christmas coming up!