With regard to my feelings of trapped misery, I have to say that gardening helps. On good days, when Bug isn't home and Sweetpea consents to sleep Not On Boob, I ignore the mountain of cooking, housework, and other boring adult chores, and go outside with a trowel. Friday I planted two lilacs, a rhubarb, and three thornless blackberries; put down mulch; pickaxed a few stumps out; and sprayed the poison ivy* for the Nth time. Earlier in the week I put in three currant bushes, 100 okra seeds, and some hyacinth beans.** For some reason, this largely irresponsible digging-in-the-dirt makes me feel a great deal better about life. (Probably some combination of sunlight, fresh air, things-that-aren't-children to do, and exercise.)
My theory is, therapy would cost me $25 a week (copay + babysitting) whereas $25 a week can buy a LOT of plants. And most of my plants are free! So clearly this is a perfectly reasonable outlet.
(Also we have 0.9 acres, and when we moved in there were three scrubby barberries planted in full shade and two scrubby rhododendrons planted in full sun. CLEARLY it needs a lot of gardening.)
* The only thing on which I use nasty herbicides. Dr. S requires steroids when exposed to poison ivy, so... sorry, environment. Everything else gets pickaxed out.
** In addition to our Major Budget Item Landscaping, I've been scrounging plants from everywhere. Friends, neighbors, things growing by the side of the road, brush piles, stuff set out for trash day, things that rooted themselves. Also my dad brings me plants periodically, including two rhubarb crowns and several dozen hot peppers and a bunch of tomatoes. The lilacs were runner-ing into my yard and the blackberries were from the garden I work in with my friend C- they'd escaped into the veggie beds. Bought and rooted the currant cuttings; okra seeds from Experimental Farm Network; hyacinth beans collected last year from the library's garden beds. Dr. S insists that I have a plant problem. I don't see why it's a problem.