It's killing me.
I'm not happy in my life. I love my kids, and there are days when I love being able to stay home with them. But, at my core, I'm a guy who needs to be out there making a living, making an impact, and making a difference.
I don't feel like I get to do that watching Sesame Street, and Imagination Movers, then doing laundry and changing a diaper. Or two. Or 10.
The stress makes it so, on one day I eat like crap, on the other, I barely eat at all. I haven't worked out. I haven't weighed myself. I'm just kind of muddling through. I just feel like my energy level is so low that I can barely get myself off the couch for any real length of time.
I feel like, if just a couple of things would look up for us as a family, I could get over this hump, and get back to what I need to do. Until then, I keep hunting for the job I need, and hoping the stress can drop...at least a little.
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Hey, I just read this one - and I really understand where you're coming from as I sit on my computer at 9:40am wishing that I was at work right now.
Fight it - we both have to fight it. Maybe you can find some other type of motivation when you're at home? Idle hands are the devil's workshop, you know?
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