Pity Party for One.

Today I am just tired. Mentally and physically and I want a break. One I am not likely to get anytime soon.

I feel older than my years, found more gray hairs, definitely getting the frown line between the brows… and I am oh sooo tired: of dealing with someone else’s kids: Of raising them, supporting them, and at times… I am really tired of being in the same state as them.

I am tired of playing taxi cab.
I am tired of the financial drain.
I am tired of teenage attitudes (nothing outrageous, just teenagers being pain in the ass teenagers).
Sick of eye rolling.
Sick of teeth sucking
If I hear one more over exaggerated sigh from a skid I will snap.
SICK of afterschool activities
SICK of open houses, teacher conferences, performances and fricking $$ due for everything.
REALLY over having to check up on grades and homework
TOTALLY over having to nag to get rooms clean.
Sick of the teenage drama (whose dating who/broke up with who/or isn’t talking to who today)
Tired of loud music
Tired of remembering who the heck is grounded from what and for how long.
Really fricking tired of my auto insurance bill with 3 teenage drivers on it… and a fourth about to be added.

The list goes on and on. I could keep adding to it for hours.
I love my DH.
Deep down I even love the skids (though there are times I definitely DON’T like them).

But I had a plan. Have my kids young, raise them and get them the hell out of the house while I was still young enough to enjoy life… while being old enough to be responsible about that enjoyment.. and have an income that could support my ‘enjoyment’.

I get that I married DH and I ‘knew’ he had kids.
I also KNEW he had 50/50 custody and I would be getting at least every other week off from kids.
I even know that I am the one that pressed charges against BM which is why DH has the skids full time.

I … simply… am OVER raising kids. Tired of it. Doesn’t matter if it’s my kids, his kids, or anyone else’s kid. I am honestly at the point of “Interaction is not recommended for ages under 30”.

Bleh.