I am so very very burnt out. Unfortunately my job is called "being a parent" and that's not a job you can quit. I'm being held together by cigarettes and amphetamines. Not really sure how long that glue can hold, but I can't fall apart because there's no one to pick up the pieces, any more than there's anyone to help with the current shit show.
It's been suggested I take a vacation, like that would fix the burnout, but there's literally no one on the planet besides my wife who can handle even 1 of the twins at a time without me being on call nearby, and no one else who's even willing to try handling all 3 kids together. Yes, that includes paid professionals. I took a 48-hour vacation last spring to help my distraught grandmother move into assisted living, and yes it _did_ feel like a vacation in comparison, but my wife has a job she has to go to 5 days a week, that she already has to take a lot of time off from to help deal with the 3 kids even when I'm home. So. Chemical band-aids it is and a prayer my kids get their shit together soon because I can't do another 9 years of this.




























