Ever notice how my "short break" from a tricky repair is just staring at three other broken things in my garage... Feels less like a break and more like a hostage situation where I'm both the captor and the victim.
That hostage situation line hits hard cause it's like all of adult life. We fix one thing just to notice three more broken things we hadn't seen before. It feels like we're always making more work for ourselves trying to solve the first problem. So you never really get a break, you just pick which mess you're going to stare at next.