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Getting to be too much

I think I've reached the point of critical mass. I literally cannot handle any more stress. It feels like DH is cruising through, thinking it's all good, the wife will do it all, and I'm sinking.

I'm the only one organising buying the business, working, selling a house, the household, the financials, the kids, the animals, the cars. The yard is just on it's own because I literally don't have the energy to care, though I'm the only one who will water the plants, and I think when that didn't happen on the weekend (and my Mum is going to kill me if her seedlings die), I reached that point of stress where I start tossing and turning all night. I've been awake since at least 2am, can't sleep, stomach churning.

A little stress is a good motivator, a lot just makes me want to bury my head in the sand. Saps my motivation like a black hole.

Editing to add: Stuff it, I don't know why I'm letting DH lump it all on me. I'm handing all the buying the business stuff to him and if he doesn't want to do it, it's not going to happen. Even the people selling it are just expecting me to do everything. Well, fvck this and fvck them.

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