I feel like I grew up in a society that told people, and in particular women, that they could 'have it all'. They could have a family, children, a career, active social life, hobbies... etc etc. In turn, I've grown up into a world where that doesn't feel like a possibility at all. It's impossible to own a house where I live on one salary, and equally, it's impossible to raise children with two parents working full time jobs. Childcare is eye-wateringly expensive. Women are expected to work like they don't have kids and raise children as if they don't work.
I feel like I'm forever on a treadmill of trying to keep up with everything and at every stage letting somebody down. It's exhausting. And I don't see any possibility of it ending. I'm told not to lower my work expectations or ambitions because one day my children won't be little anymore and won't be so demanding. And I just find myself thinking, well surely by then I'm going to need some sort of break.
It's endless. Get up. Get the kids ready. Go to work. Try to concentrate. Deal with colleagues that sometimes seem to ignore me even more than my children do. Come home. Battle with the kids through dinner. Battle with the kids through bedtime. Have a single hour of free time (during which I'm supposed to exercise, socialise, relax, clean the house, finish all the work I didn't get done during working hours etc etc). The weekends come around, and there's no break. Just a different kind of busy. I feel so selfish for feeling like this is difficult, because I love my kids, I really do. But I'm SO exhausted.
Am I totally alone in this?
I feel like I'm forever on a treadmill of trying to keep up with everything and at every stage letting somebody down. It's exhausting. And I don't see any possibility of it ending. I'm told not to lower my work expectations or ambitions because one day my children won't be little anymore and won't be so demanding. And I just find myself thinking, well surely by then I'm going to need some sort of break.
It's endless. Get up. Get the kids ready. Go to work. Try to concentrate. Deal with colleagues that sometimes seem to ignore me even more than my children do. Come home. Battle with the kids through dinner. Battle with the kids through bedtime. Have a single hour of free time (during which I'm supposed to exercise, socialise, relax, clean the house, finish all the work I didn't get done during working hours etc etc). The weekends come around, and there's no break. Just a different kind of busy. I feel so selfish for feeling like this is difficult, because I love my kids, I really do. But I'm SO exhausted.
Am I totally alone in this?