greenhouse FauxGrr What started as a simple dream—a modest greenhouse to extend our growing season and nurture some winter vegetables—has morphed into an unmanageable behemoth. Twenty by forty feet of pure gardening chaos, this structure isn't just a greenhouse; it's a full-time job disguised as a well-intentioned gift. Someone decided I needed another responsibility, another thing to manage on top of my already packed life. Twice-daily watering. Constant pruning. Maintaining an appearance of horticultural perfection. All while juggling work, childcare, and the endless parade of daily tasks that come with being a mom. And for what? A jungle of plants overrun with pests, mocking my every attempt at control. This isn't gardening; this is another burden, another system designed to keep me busy and distracted so I am not a bother to you. My original vision was small, manageable, perhaps a quiet corner of greenery. Instead, I've been handed a monster that demands more attention than my actual job—more energy than I can possibly spare. This place that was suppose to bring me joy instead breaks me on a daily basis. I spent four hours in there today. My back hurts. This is not what I asked for and everyone just says, 'I'm so jealous'. 241207 what's it to you? who go blather from