I Need a Vacation

Sitting here, trying to relax, my stubborn dog scratching me, trying to get my attention because she needs to use the bathroom. I bet when I take her outside, she'll forget she had to go. I dread week days because my work phone goes off a lot from clients. I love my job and I love making money, but hate taking care of "issues" that weren't my fault. There's different departments that assist with those matters and even though I've stated that with my clients, they still run to me to take care of it. I'm just tired. I'm tired of going through the motions one day at a time without relief. My days have gone silent at home. So it adds to the frustration as well. I think I'm getting to that part of my life where I'm getting older and finding it necessary to understand my thoughts and feelings. But I'm alone with those demons. How did my life end up like this?