This is me all the time. My son goes to preschool even in the summer so thankfully he's getting out and socializing but weekends are the worst.mwhen I'm depressed I just doze on the couch while he plays with his iPad and he tried to get me up to play with him but once I'm out I have no logic when getting woken up. I'll plan to just take an hour but it will be three hours later. Then I have to force myself to get up to make sure he gets something to eat and then I do play with him. I just never wanted to be like my mom and here I am, only difference is I'm still in the same room with him Instead of holed away in my room.

I always feel guilty that I'm just not getting it right but I also hold myself up to impossible standards so...it's no win I guess.