they all start the same and end the same

typical people who work 40 hours a week, look forward to their weekends, they look forward to hanging out with family, friends and doing thing. i always come into my weekends on a positive note, hoping this will be the weekend thats different.  One  where everything goes smooth and runs normal, but i am living a lie, no weekend is ever good for me, dealing with my daughter, having to do all the stuff i do around the house, shopping cleaning laundry, tantrums from the kids, its just a never ending cycle of misery throw in stress of bills, cooking, and more tantrums and more making my daughter the center of attention, or always having to answer yes to her when she calls, is breaking me down and putting me into a bad place, one that i am not sure i can handle anymore, its taking its tole on me,  Then add in the cherry on top, no matter what happens no matter what the circumstance, no matter who starts it  i am fully responsible for every thing that goes wrong, no one else, my daughter flips out over something, its my fault, she wont listen and wont clean up after herself, my fault, i ground her because of it, my fault, i am just sick and tired of it all, i just cant take it and i am about to snap