I have three kids (13,9 & 18months old) I have a partner who is hit and miss. I’m done. I only work 4 days a week. My day starts at 6am, by 8:30pm I haven’t even had five minutes alone. It’s just a constant stream of ‘can you do’ ‘can I have’, ‘where is this’, ‘I need X for tomorrow’, ‘’I lost my PE kit’, and if it’s not that, it’s arguing amongst themselves, tears, door slamming, toddle tantrums, things being broken, ‘I’ve just vomited and blocked the sink’. All that on top of the general house hold stuff of 4 million wash loads, constant stream of dirty dishes, a house that hasn’t been truly clean since we moved in around early 2021. It’s a fucking nightmare. I dread weekends and my favourite day of the week is that drive to work on a Monday morning before the stress of work hits. My head feels like it’s vibrating from the stress. I won’t make it to retirement. I’m just gonna drop dead from stress at some point. I don’t drink. I don’t smoke. I don’t do anything fun. I’ve still got an 18 month old hanging off my tit (now regretting breast feeding). I just wanna run away as I can’t cope.