tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10506891.post6329336032539715542..comments2023-08-23T05:57:30.738-05:00Comments on Motherhood: My Crazy Life: Married To His Job and I've Had It!Sabrinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681023354474064779noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10506891.post-921414442900557572008-05-18T14:49:00.000-05:002008-05-18T14:49:00.000-05:00I hope things get better soon!I hope things get better soon!Mary Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17641383923629701694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10506891.post-83217860597305687502008-05-17T21:03:00.000-05:002008-05-17T21:03:00.000-05:00I'm calling a lawn company this week too! Hell, si...I'm calling a lawn company this week too! Hell, since Jason is in Iraq I SHOULD call a massuese, and a cleaning lady too. Being a SAHM is tough. You do a lot. Kick back realize it is ok to feel this way. Then tell me to do the same! Lol :)Colleenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01331150288622973866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10506891.post-78451364071505569422008-05-17T19:51:00.000-05:002008-05-17T19:51:00.000-05:00Slow down girl!!!! I know this work schedule has ...Slow down girl!!!! I know this work schedule has been hard for you and being preggo again does not help. Of course you are going to be more tired! You are just going to have to give yourself permission to not have to do it all. The lawn care company sounds like a great idea! (HUGS) I hope it all gets better soon!Rhondahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16379898482734875495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10506891.post-60322000865439597002008-05-17T14:49:00.000-05:002008-05-17T14:49:00.000-05:00It's not just you, it's the situation so don't bea...It's not just you, it's the situation so don't beat yourself up. I totally had the same problem when DH was working. He would leave for work to be there at 6am. He would get off work around 3:30 or 4:00 but end up staying later because he was an owner. Fine, ownership requires that. But when he got home, he escaped to his computer. My escape? Throwing the kids in the stroller and pouch and walking 3/4 of a mile up the street to the store... just to get out. I usually just told DH "We're going out" and left. If I didn't, I was going to scream.<BR/><BR/>But that's why we're now both 'retired' until the kids go to school. It was taking its toll on all of us.<BR/><BR/>You just need to talk to him and tell him how hard this is and that he needs to help out before you go postal! Hang in there!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com