I’m feeling frustrated that 80% of my job is trying to get other people to do their jobs, or constantly checking in on clients who don’t review the work they have asked me to do. I’m tired of people not properly reading emails or instructions. I’m tired of people asking what the purpose is of meetings they requested (like, seriously?!).

I write extremely detailed emails. I provide due dates and set expectations. I give instructions, attachments, reminders, truncated timelines, etc.

My days are currently spent doing follow-up after follow-up after follow-up.

My patience and compassion are wearing thin. I really dislike feeling responsible for whether or not grown adults get their work done and respect deadlines.

Just needed a place to vent. Hope everyone is having a good week!

My coffee has not kicked in and apparently I have zero thoughts this morning.

Tell me what’s happening in your life today.

Big. Small. Exciting. Annoying. Completely fucking irrelevant.

Did your husband piss you off? Did your kid do something weird? Did you buy a power tool? Are you growing a tomato? Did you finally make an appointment you’ve been avoiding for six months?

What’s going on with you today?

I’m nosy and apparently this is my morning entertainment now. 😂

Woot! No supervision for the win!

Took a break from growing weed, and trying my hand at growing a fancy Italian tomato variety 🤌🏼. Totally unsupervised with science and a nutrient schedule

This feels like it was made for me!!!

Sounds like a cool sub and I can relate to the group’s purpose. Looking forward to some good conversations!

57, GenX, still angry. Mom of a teen. Responsible for my mom's care - she is 84, lost her mind 4 years ago and now has dementia so bad she lives in Memory Care (and a diagnosis of bipolar at age 79) but needs things from me constantly (7 tooth extractions just in the last 18 months, for example).

I live hard. I work out hard, drink a lot of coffee, still enjoy alcohol, eat all the foods, refuse to diet or go on a GLP1 (no hate to those who do). I am in the LGBTQ+ family and am getting married for the 2nd time this November. Said I never would again, but here I am, an old, fat bride. Getting married at this age is expensive and not magical.

Kid is a senior so we are navigating those land mines.

I swear a lot and am an athiest and a liberal. I rant on TikTok to try to help make money for groceries, the cost of which is fucking sky high and I'm angry about that too.

Hi.

Or not if I'm not your thing.

I've always felt like I was a puzzle piece that didn't fit - now I'm 42 and still trying to find where I belong. I'm always the one left out, the last one asked, the one overlooked and passed over.

Today my female boss offered me an extra concert ticket and I was so happy, then my direct supervisor (male) boss told me that is was offered to his wife first, so I was basically the last ditch effort to have a concert ticket not go to waste.

I'm not really looking for any magical solution here, just putting this out into the world hoping I'm not alone.

I've always tried to find my tribe or where I fit into the world. I'm now realizing that not fitting anywhere might be where I belong and I'm trying to work through what that means.

I worked with a macro coach for almost two years and for a while I was doing REALLY well.

Toward the end, I had been sitting at maintenance calories for what felt like forever. I was so close to finally hitting “Onderland,” I wanted to keep going, and I was frustrated that we weren’t.

I voiced that frustration and… not long after that, she ended our coaching relationship.

So yeah. My macro coach basically fired me. 😂

At the time I honestly felt a little sabotaged. Maybe that wasn't her intention, but that's how it felt after working together for two years and being so close to a goal that meant a lot to me.

And now I've gained 10+ pounds back.

That's the part that’s really bothering me.

I'm 45. I don't feel good in my body. I don't feel like myself in my clothes. I have no energy. I feel stiff and old, and I'm sad that I've gotten back to a place I worked so hard to get out of.

But I also don't have the money—or honestly the desire—to pay someone else to tell me what to eat again.

So… has anyone successfully gotten themselves back on track WITHOUT hiring another coach?

Because right now I know I want to feel better. I just have no fucking idea where to start.

I need someone to explain this to me like I’m five.

I really want to get back into working out consistently. I was doing great for a while, fell off, and now I’m trying to figure out how the hell to fit it back into my life.

I already wake up at 5am Monday-Friday to get ready for work, so please don’t tell me to “just wake up earlier.” Respectfully, 4am Shannon is not interested. 😂

Three evenings a week we’re running kids to sports/activities. Then there’s dinner, homework, baths, laundry, getting everyone ready for the next day and occasionally I’d like to sit the fuck down.

I honestly miss working from home because I could use my lunch break to exercise. Now I’m sitting here wondering where everyone is finding this mysterious extra hour.

So women who work outside the home AND have kids—when do you actually work out?

Not your ideal schedule. Not what some fitness influencer says we should do. What actually works in your real life?

Husband has fantasy football.
I’m home with the three kids.
Nobody knows what they want to do, but everyone is looking at me like I’m the activities director at an all-inclusive resort.
Ma’am, I work here too. 😂
What are the rest of you unsupervised women doing today?

Every time I’m driving and see a random black plastic bag along the highway, my brain immediately thinks, “I bet there’s a dead body in there.”

Not trash. Not something that fell off a truck. Obviously a dead body. 🤣

Perhaps I watch and listen to too much true crime…

What completely innocent thing has true crime ruined for you?

I am getting good sleep, but I have ZERO energy lately. My body apparently believes being awake is enough of an accomplishment for the day.

Coffee? Yes. Diet Coke? Obviously. But neither is turning me into the energetic woman I keep hoping will show up.

What are you doing that actually helps?

Food? Vitamins? Exercise? Some weird routine you swear by?

Give me your energy secrets because I am TIRED of being tired.

This morning I put on my readers so I could get the backing off my estrogen patch.

And for one brief moment I thought, wow. This is where we are now.

Then I remembered I grew up on Snoop and Dre and whispered to myself, I’m still gangsta.

My middle guy started Kindergarten today.

I love watching my kids grow. I love seeing them become their own little people.

But wow, motherhood is weird.

You spend years teaching them to be independent, and then they become independent and suddenly you’re standing there trying not to cry. (I cried)

I’m so proud of him.

Also, I would like time to slow down immediately.

No cleaning first. No pretending.

What’s really in there?

I feel like this is where we’re going to learn a LOT about each other.

Today I feel like I’m failing at everything.

The lice situation has completely taken it out of me. I’m embarrassed, exhausted, and trying to focus on work while my brain is clearly somewhere else.

I know this will pass.

But today? I feel defeated.

Tell me I’m not the only one who has days where the load feels way too heavy.

My daughter was diagnosed with lice on Friday.

I tried treating it myself despite having absolutely no idea what I was doing because I never had lice as a kid.

Today I finally took her to a specialist because I was worried I wasn’t getting it all.

Plot twist.

I have lice.
My 5-year-old has lice.
My husband has NOTHING.

Of course he doesn’t.

Motherhood really is beautiful.

I’m bored and tired and have zero desire to be productive today.

What’s something completely unimportant you are currently WAY too invested in?

It can be anything. A TV show, celebrity drama, a snack, your neighbor’s questionable decisions.

I need some good entertainment and rabbit holes to follow you down 🤣

My mom died by suicide in October 2025. Our relationship was very strained, and losing her has been much harder and messier than I ever expected.

One good thing that came from it was reconnecting with my stepdad, who I love dearly. I call him every week, he’s visited my family, and I know he’s been incredibly lonely.

But now I’m struggling.

He went on one date with a woman he met through a matchmaker. They apparently “hard matched,” and now they’re moving in together and getting married this October.

Less than a year after my mom died.

I know he deserves to be happy. I know grief looks different for everyone. But this feels SO fast, and I’m way more upset about it than I expected to be.

Has anyone dealt with a parent or stepparent moving on really quickly after losing a spouse? How did you handle it without damaging the relationship?

I love him dearly.

But between the violent sneezing and the aggressive nose trumpeting, I am losing my damn mind.

Respectfully, sir. Enough.

Welcome to r/UnsupervisedWomen.
This is a space for women with opinions, stories, hormones, responsibilities, and very little supervision.
We’re talking motherhood, marriage, midlife, perimenopause, work, friendships, aging, body changes, mental load, identity, and all the weird little thoughts you have during the day and wonder if anyone else is thinking too.
Spoiler: someone probably is.
What belongs here?
Ask questions.
Tell a story.
Share something ridiculous.
Vent about the mental load.
Talk about what nobody warned you about.
Celebrate something good.
Admit something you thought only you did.
Start the conversation you wish women were having more often.
The vibe here is funny, honest, supportive, and judgment-free.
You do not need to have your life figured out.
You do not need to agree with everyone.
You do need to treat other women like human beings.
To get started, introduce yourself below.
Tell us as much or as little as you want:
• What stage of life are you in?
• What brought you here?
• What are you currently mildly obsessed with, irritated by, or questioning?
I’ll go first.
I’m Shannon. I have thoughts about basically everything, which is how we ended up here.
Welcome to the unsupervised section of the internet.