Tony works a lot. I mean A LOT. Something in the neighborhood of 70-85 hours, depending on the week. This means that all other activities in his life outside of work and sleeping, fall to me. I have to do the grocery and household shopping. I'm responsible for all cleaning, yardwork and pet care. If something is wrong with the car, I've got to get it taken care of. It's been that way for over a year, but it seems that each month, it gets a little harder to keep up. Please understand that I'm not blaming Tony for this. By no means does he wish to work crazy hours and come home mentally and physically drained. He's doing his level best to support his family, and we love him and appreciate his sacrifices for us. I'm just exhausted and need a break.
We recently remodeled the condo in hopes that fixing it up will help it sell faster. It took a lot longer than expected to get it finished and on the market. Mostly, that is because I had to do it by myself. I repainted the entire place by myself. We had the flooring replaced, we had granite counters installed and new appliances delivered. I had to be there for all the installs and deliveries. I had to do all the taping off, plastering, sanding, painting and cleaning by myself. I had to rip the old flooring out alone. Honestly, there were some weekends that I hated being at the condo so much that I just went home. It took five months to remodel and list, and it only should have taken two or three. It's my fault. I admit it.
Now, our house is falling down around my ears. Things are breaking right and left (gate, sprinklers, deck, fence, pest-infected tree, you name it...) I don't know what else to do anymore. I can't keep up with watering the yard, cleaning the house, taking care of the dogs, getting all the shopping done and volunteering with the rescue. Somethings got to give, and I'm worried it's the rescue. Rescue is my passion. Someday, most likely when I am retired, I'll be able to devote myself to rescue. For now, I help as I can with homechecks, transports, placements and the occasional foster. I don't want to give it up. I just don't know how to manage all the stuff on my plate without dropping things.
