Just need to vent. I am so incredibly tired of being the one, only one, to do the mental load, research stuff, plan an execute everything. Right now for three people and two households.
I am spending the week with my widowed dad who is in early stages of dementia but still lives at home. There is a ton of stuff that I need to take care of every time I'm here. He lives five hours away so I can't really pop in regularly and when I go here it's like being thrown into a boot camp.
Yesterday I talked to my husband and he just dumps more things on me to do, while I'm complaining about how overwhelmed I am.
This week I have researched where to send a broken lawn mover, found a place in the next town and took it there, they looked into it, found the problem and said it couldn't be fixed there, so I had to drive there, pick it up and drive to another, more qualified company.
I have researched a plumbing issue, researched garden companies that can come here and take care of a garden that looks like a jungle, found one, called, discussed the issue, gave two workmen a tour of the jungle/garden with instructions what to do, researched another company who can remove huge trees, talked to a neigbour about an urgent repair we need help with.
I have also called a garden center to get help with taking care or three graves, drove there to buy plants, spent a day taking care of phone calls and paperwork. Plus all the usual: Cleaning, laundry, household stuff, grocery shopping, planting new flowers on the patio to make one tiny spot in the garden look decent.
It has been like this for two years, since my mother died and I had to step in and take care of a huge mess on every front.
I just want to scream. Yesterday, while being hysterical, my husband started talking about a detox he wants to do "so when I come back home I need to help him with finding and ordering the products". I automatically answered yes, as I always do, but then I said "why don't you do it" and sent him the links to the detox program and the social media account.
No, he "needed help with that" and "I could show him what products to use".
I also told him that we absolutely need to take the car to be reconditioned on the inside and outside. It looks a complete mess and I am embarrased to drive around in it. My husband takes care of the car since it is in his name - and I do everything else so I have left this particular area to him. His idea of taking care of the car is to refill it with gas and use one of those automatic cleaning programs. (Similar to his idea of cleaning the home is waiving the hoover around in the middle of the floor and that's it.)
He started "oh, but you found a company in your hometown that maybe could.... or the company you found in our town.... maybe you can call them?"
I just exploded and told him that maybe, just maybe, HE could take care of the car cleaning, research and find a reputable company, drop the car off there and pick it up, so this whole project is lifted from my shoulders, since I feel like I am drowning here.
I have no idea how I ended up in this mess. None of it is mine, but I am the one who is in charge of fixing everything and it leaves me absolutely no mental or physical space left for me. I need to get out of this, have no idea how.