Jenna Naeb🦆🦆 :
I'm a nanny and I know for a fact that it's killing me and my mental health because on the weekends when I get to sleep in and go to sleep at a decent hour, I feel phenomenal. Not as phenomenal as I could feel if I slept regularly all the time. But a lot better than during the week. And I didn't really notice until August of last year when every single one of the kids was sick back to back to back with a stomach bug and I have emetophobia so I wasn't eating much, I wasn't sleeping, and in turn I felt like absolute garbage. Horrible gut health, raging anxiety, just absolutely exhausted. And it lasted for 2 months. All of August and all of September and part of October and then finally when my brain and body made the connection that I was no longer in danger, I was able to start sleeping well again and then slowly my gut and residual anxiety improved. Now, I still have anxiety and gut issues and stress and I struggle to sleep and whatnot, but I can contribute 90% of that to my job because triplets are exhausting, being a nanny is exhausting but being a nanny for a family that absolutely hates you and doesn't give two craps about you and has failed to realize that I too am a human being and I too have a life outside of this job is also exhausting. More exhausting than anything. I don't hardly make anything doing this. I am stretched thin in every aspect of life due to this job. Financially, fucked. I don't have enough hours in the day to get a second job so I don't have one. I don't have enough hours in the day to enjoy my time at home and do what I need to do at home in peace because I leave here late and then I still need to go grocery shopping, cook dinner, plan dinners, do dishes and clean up the kitchen, take care of the dogs and chickens, water the garden, shower, study, spend time with God, and still get a full 8 hours of sleep just to be woken up an hour early with a text from my boss that very well
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