Just another ‘I’m finding lockdown really hard’ whinge.
I can WFH but my job is busier than ever. My DCs are lovely but hard work and one has additional needs.
My oven is broken.
My DH would be a huge help but he died three years ago. I was at breaking point before lockdown.
Kids have experienced a pretty major grief regression. The Easter ‘holidays’ were a nightmare.
I am so tired and so lonely and so stressed.
I feel like I am failing all the time despite working my usual number of hours at least as well as trying to get kids to do some academic work, engage with zoom music and dance lessons and reading, gardening, Lego etc. with them. I have resources coming out of my ears but not time to engage with everything.
Did I say I was tired? I am TIRED.
Right. Back to work. I know it could be worse. I do wish my husband was alive though. He was lovely.