This post is a rant. A complete and total whinge so if you're not up for it please move onto another blog.
I am over it. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of the never ending washing/laundry pile that requires washing/ironing/folding or drying. I'm sick of being the mum, the dad, the cook, shopper, cleaner, homework supervisor, speech therapist, toddler tamer, newly crown hairdresser as well as being a daughter and sister to my family as well as being a diligent, intelligent and engaging student. I feel like I'm losing a handle on all these juggling balls that I try and keep up. I don't have enough hours in the day nor enough patience, energy or brain power.
I'm sick of people whinging about their spouses - you've at least got one! I'm lonely and tired of being lonely, I'm tired of not having someone to share simple things like yarn colourways with. I'm sick of comments like "sometimes it's nice to live on your own" - yep, you think that because you live with your partner, daughter and her 2 little ones so yes your life is crazy but be thankful you have someone around to laugh with, chat with, discuss TV shows with. Similarly I take HUGE offence at pseudo-single-parent comments by someone whose husband is a chef and so works strange and long hours. You are not in any way, shape or form a single parent! I miss the physicality of having someone close to sleep next to. I miss it. Badly.