So why am I having such a hard time adapting?!
Answer: Because I have not had a REAL day off since June. By "real day off", I'm talking about a day where I don't work & don't babysit my nephew. A day where not only do I not do either of those two things, I also don't have a ton of shit to do. I'm talking about a day where no one is requiring me to be/do/provide something for them. A day for me to lay in my jammies on the couch watching shit I want to watch & doing shit I want to do. I don't even know if this "real day off" exists. But I want one. BAD. Truthfully, a whole weekend w/out work or babysitting would be good enough for me, even if I had to do housework & run errands. Those things would be a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things.
I just need to work something out to where I can have one weekend a month or even every couple months off from babysitting so that I can recharge. Being a Mombie sucks. Being a whiner sucks. Anxiety sucks. This post sucks. Everything sucks when you're this tired.