Title says it all.
I want to move out. Just for a few weeks. Just me, my books, the dog and my OS maps. I would go to bed when I wanted to, walk and run lots and please no-one but myself and dog.
There is only one member of my family who doesn't cause me worry atm. H's jobs is a bit dodgy and he isn't well - I think it's mostly stress but he won't have it. DS1 is fucking up his college course like he did his GCSEs. DS2 is hurtling towards his secondary school start with major problems with his maths and much as I love him, he is the most stubborn and eccentric human being I have ever met. DD, my lovely gorgeous DD is working hard and just getting one with life - but even she is getting a bit lairy and teenagery.
I have put on vast amounts of weight and I want to come off my depression meds but I know I can't or I might just find myself taking a long walk off a short pier.
But.....a few blessed days of no-one to worry about would be just perfect. ANyone else ever feel like this? When does the worrying and the angst end?