Work is HELL

My job  has become hell to me. I've been at the same warehouse production job for five years and these past two weeks of being sick have been some of the best weeks of my life.  I have been too sick to go to work.  If I had been healthy enough to  have my daughter at home with me the entire time? That would have been heaven. I don't know how I'm going to go back tomorrow. What I really want is to stay at home with my 2 1/2 year-old and spend every minute possible with her before she has to go to school. She is so smart and cute and funny, unlike all other toddlers--I'm sure! 

I feel ripped off! I'm furious with her father for being a piece of shit that I couldn't possibly spend her life with. Not that I would ever want to be with him ever ever again. Yuck. I'm furious that the economy has practically destroyed my boyfriend's career, making work so scarce for him that I have to keep my shitty, miserable job that doesn't even really pay our bills. 

I want to start over. I want to be a stay-at-home mom more than anything else in the world. and at this point, I would give anything in the world for that.