I mean it's already 9:30 here and all I've done is work, cook dinner, two loads of dishes, tidied up the kitchen, taken out garbage, a load of laundry, and cleaned a toilet.

As a contrast, it's already 8:30 here and all I've done is commute 3 hours back and forth to work, work 10 hours, cook dinner and clean up afterward, and vacuum. And I'm feeling pretty good about it.

I worked, washed a (small) load of dishes, and made dinner (and by "made dinner" I mean cooked a pot of spaghetti and told Tim to figure out what he wanted on it while I ate mine plain). t edit Okay, and worked out. I forgot about that. No shower, though, because come on. I'm not a WIZARD.

Look, when there are 2 adults in a household, and the 2 adults agree that certain things need to get done (i.e., chores, cooking food, etc.), then the 2 adults need to split those chores equitably based on other factors (workload [as in employment work], illness, other commitments like an ill parent, taking care of kids). And if those chores can't get done by the 2 people, then they need to either (1) face the fact they have to accept that some chores won't get done in the timeframe they would like, and/or (2) hire help (if financially feasible).

What doesn't get to happen is one person shouldering the whole load and then berating themself when not everything gets done. That's not how a household works.

Hah. I have no commute. Today I worked, made dinner, and went to the gym for 30 minutes. I haven't even crossed "catch up on TiVo" off my list. Eh, it's Monday and I was supposed to be on a work trip that got canceled last minute.

Ugh. I'm sounding like a tough-love hardass, and I don't mean to. Gud, I'm just concerned based on your posts in the past month or two. You sound like you're really burning out, and like everybody else here, I just want you to take care of yourself. I'm glad to hear you talked to a therapist. I hope it can be a helpful tool for you.

Congratulations Sheryl & Gary! Give the lucky little guy an extra hug and tell him it is from Buffistas.

What Laura said! Joy unto your house, Sheryl. Congratulations.

I'm just concerned based on your posts in the past month or two. You sound like you're really burning out, and like everybody else here, I just want you to take care of yourself.

What Steph and everyone else has said, Gud. Self care IS family care.

As you take care of yourself, you teach your children how to correct their own courses as well. It's right up there with the most important lessons you can teach kids.

With the extra added bonus that you can can sustain your enjoyment of THEM when you have perspective on your internal process.

I wish I could say something wise, Gud. I just sit here and watch you struggle and wish there was a "repair install" function on the human mind. Clearly one of the library files has gotten a little skewhumpus and just needs replaced with the good copy from your backup.

Yeah. I mean, I'm digging myself out of a hole of illness + the work fairy taking a giant poop on my team. I could be doing something productive, but I'm actively choosing to sit on my couch, drink beer, and watch cartoons.

Running myself ragged just made everyone around me feel concerned and ask me to please go home and sleep.

All I've done tonight is eat some hummus standing at the counter, go to chorus practice, and drop off my keys for my niece (who will be dogsitting for me). Now I am drinking a little whiskey and trying to decide what to pack for this trip.

Gud, I'm glad you talked to a therapist. Please keep talking to them. And consider getting the kids to help clean the kitchen after dinner, take out the garbage, and/or do their own laundry. They're old enough to be learning these basic life-skills, which will help them through the rest of their lives.

(I had a law school roommate who never had to learn to do anything for herself when she was a kid, or even in college. She was terribly sweet and fun, but an utter mess in the kitchen. She kept ruining her clothes because she didn't know how to use the washing machine, and she nearly set fire to the house when she put a hot dog in the toaster oven without a pan under it...)

The chore I did last night was painting my nails. Usually I don't do that much!

Oh, I take it back. I did also take out the trash.

I'm stuck on "hot dog in the toaster oven."