Can you get burnout from staying at home with your kids?
My husband once told me my life was his dream job. I get that. I see our kids more than he does. I don't have direct corporate overlords making my life hell. I don't have to commute. We live in a really nice house. It's pleasant to be in.
I still hated it this morning. The baby gets me up between 6-6:30 almost every day. Then it's to the kitchen, where she gets a bottle and The Office is playing. She wouldn't stop screaming today so I yelled at her.
It didn't help and she rightfully got louder. Her brother is home sick and he's just the worst when he's sick. Clingy, can't sleep, whiny, oh and he puked on me. And got some in my mouth because why the fuck not?
I'm stuck in his room again because he doesn't want to sleep alone. I left once already and he woke up hysterical, which got his sister going again.
I'm going to assume this is just a rough patch and I won't actually sell my kids to the circus, but Jesus fucking Christ what a fucking day and it ain't over yet.
