
Originally Posted by
xeney
This is a big problem for me. After a really, really bad year -- huge, crushing workload, a couple of miscarriages, my husband deciding that he didn't want kids anyway -- I decided that the least I could do for myself was to stop working weekends, to tell my firm that I can't do every single thing they ask me to do, and just dial it back a notch. But then two coworkers went out with medical problems that make my life look like a picnic, so there went that plan. There is no end in sight and most weeks it seems like there is not one thing I can do to bring a little joy to my life. Most weeks it is a struggle to find 20 minutes to work out, to walk the dogs, to clean the bathroom, to read a book.
I am the primary breadwinner and that makes the strain worse, probably, because I never have the option of just walking away. Although that option looks better and better.