I just… I hate it here. I hate that every single day is the same thing, dishes and laundry and chasing a toddler. It used to be okay when my husband was still here, when we were both home but now it's just me and this tiny person and I FEEL like a tiny person. He comes home and I'm just… done. And I want to do something else, anything else, but I can't and it’s just so unfair. Why can't I want more? Why do I feel so GUILTY about it?