Otis
Footballguy
Maybe it’s the months of captivity and working from my attic. I think in part it’s my wife being so stressed home all day with 3 kids and a puppy and dealing with their crap and it bleeds over. But it really feels like I have it double—I’m here all day to absorb all the stress and crap in the household, but in the background at the same time I’m dealing with the constant stress of work, which is basically closer to home than ever, weighing on me. As a result I’m constant short tempered, pissed, annoyed, frustrated and angry. I used to be an easygoing and fun loving guy. I feel like I walk around the house with a scowl all the time just barking at my kids and the stupid dog. My wife today was complaining that she doesn’t even have time to watch any shows. Shows, hell, I get 30 minutes of news and then off to bed before I’m the first one up with the dog and two smaller kids. Rinse repeat. I do zero for myself other than drink at night and a cigar out back.
Every time I get in the car now it’s instant road rage. It used to be that only happened after a bunch of time behind the wheel.
Anyone else dealing with this? Is it the working from home? COVID? Just we got a puppy at the wrong damn time? Is this just what happens after a decade of marriage and a bunch of kids?
I feel like a negative force around here. Hate that. Wish I could be more patient. But between the usual home stress (that I’m normally more shielded from when I go to the office and can shoulder mostly just the work stress), combined with the work stress (which I usually take home with me anyway for the most part), combined with this stupid mutt, I’m on the brink here. Whatcha got?
Every time I get in the car now it’s instant road rage. It used to be that only happened after a bunch of time behind the wheel.
Anyone else dealing with this? Is it the working from home? COVID? Just we got a puppy at the wrong damn time? Is this just what happens after a decade of marriage and a bunch of kids?
I feel like a negative force around here. Hate that. Wish I could be more patient. But between the usual home stress (that I’m normally more shielded from when I go to the office and can shoulder mostly just the work stress), combined with the work stress (which I usually take home with me anyway for the most part), combined with this stupid mutt, I’m on the brink here. Whatcha got?
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