Yes. I do get tired of everything and I'm not even married or have kids. Usually when I feel like that, a good meal and a good night's sleep makes me feel a lot better. Try to put your life into perspective. I have good days, and bad days.
Yesterday, I was feeling like a million bucks. Got some good sleep the night before, worked, got off work and lifted weights, g/f made me dinner then I went to band practice. I was super grateful for everything and felt super great. However, around 11:30pm, I was getting hungry and super tired. At this point, I HATED EVERYTHING. I needed food and sleep!
Heh, it's a little more complicated than that. Here's a sample of my life:
We built a house back in 2005, the taxes, insurance, and payments turned out to be higher than we were originally told. By the time the final payments came up, we would have had to pay $20000 to the builder to back out, so we were locked in. The realtor for our old house assured us we were in a hot selling area and would have no problems selling the house within 6 months. Our new house would be ready in 8 months, so that would work out great! It took TWO YEARS to sell, meaning double mortgage payments.
My wife was severely injured at work and had to apply for early retirement. We were told it would take around 6 months to complete. It took 18 months...during which time we got 50% of her income. We were told she would get her full income and benefits as part of her pension, but because her retirement didn't complete in time, we missed the windows and they cut health benefits from pensions. She's now at 72% of her income + $250/month for insurance.
Every time we get money in the bank someone comes up out of the blue and says "gimmie". Our local village apparently has a 1.5% income tax that I didn't know about, and our accountant was under-estimating our payments, meaning we now have a $1000 tax bill due in two days that we didn't know about until 2 weeks ago right before the holidays.
I walked out to my car for work yesterday morning and had a flat tire. My daughter started driving last month and drove over a nail on the way to the mall last night. I went to fill it up to get to the tire store and my son left the inflator pin in our compressor. I went to pull it out and the "pin" part came out, but not the base. I spent a half an hour trying to MacGyver a way to get the base out, finally did, and made it to work 45 minutes late...for which I got in trouble.
And that's just the half of it...