I need an ox, because I have a burden

It has been almost a year since my vision tanked and didn't come back. Hey, I have tried talking it into coming back, it just won't listen.  Being visually disabled and having children who want to go places and see things can be daunting.  I haven't driven at night for probably three years now.  We have already been through the whole "Sorry, it is too dark for Mom to take you anywhere."  But for some reason I have been trying to lessen the reality of my condition for my kids.  And quite frankly, it is EXHAUSTING.  This is where the ox comes in.  I need an ox that I can load up with all my fears, frustrations, and loss of dreams and send it on its way.  I am tired of lugging it all around.  I just realized that I have been letting my kids get away with stuff because I feel guilty for not being able to be Super Mom.  I am going back to being Mediocre Mom and these kids are going to have to start pulling their weight around here.  I am still housecleaning when I can't even SEE dust, cooking when I can't recognize by sight if something is done, and doing things that really some of these able sighted folks in my home could help me with.  However, I still need an ox, at least for all this guilt I have been hauling around.