25/10/2024
Why the Hell Do We Work So Hard?
You ever sit down at the end of the day, surrounded by dirty dishes, homework papers, and a laundry pile that looks like it’s auditioning for ‘Mount Everest: The Sequel,’ and wonder—why the hell do we work so hard?
Seriously, what are we doing this for? I mean, hubby's at work till the kids are basically asleep, I’m running around like a headless chicken trying to juggle my job, after-school pick-ups, and figuring out if I even thawed the chicken for dinner (spoiler: I didn’t).
I swear, I didn’t sign up for this life where ‘family dinner’ means my yougest son’s head is nodding into his plate while my oldest son tells me what he's learning from YouTube (spoiler: it’s not math).
We’re all just… surviving. You ever feel like your life’s become a montage of barely getting by?
It’s like we’re all in this endless hamster wheel, except no one told me the ‘reward’ was eating cold leftovers while catching up on emails.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the roof over our heads, but at what cost? The kids barely see us and I barely see the inside of my eyelids, and for what?
So we can all wake up and do it again tomorrow like some kind of twisted Groundhog Day?
I mean, is this really what ‘having it all’ looks like?
Because I’m starting to think ‘having it all’ just means having all the stress, all the missed moments, and all the reheated dinners.
There’s gotta be more to life than working ourselves into the ground, right?
Or is this just the grand prize for being an adult—permanent exhaustion and missing out on the little stuff?
Who Out There, Know's This Struggle?
