I probably sound melodramatic but I genuinely feel like we’re going under.
Two daughters, 5 and 3. Oldest in P1 and an emotional wreck this week because I’ve just broken it to her (in gentle terms) that her P1 is over and when she goes back to school in August she will have a different teacher. I haven’t even embarked upon the “there will only be ten in your class and your pals are in the other bubble” chat yet.
Husband and I both working full time from home. Intense and stressful, reactive jobs. The stress is killing me. Kids are utterly neglected during the week. I have been tearing myself into pieces to keep them entertained. To keep them going. I have bought stuff. Made stuff. Baked until I could bake no more.
At the beginning it was fine. We had a routine. Schoolwork was happening. We walked daily. The three year old wasn’t an iPad junkie. Now it’s all gone to shit. They are couch potatoes who will do nothing but watch tv and eat babybel.
The house is disgusting. DH and I are utterly exhausted. We have absolutely no work life balance (work/parenting/work/parenting/bed/repeat).
I simply can’t do this until October or whenever. I can’t.