For the last 4 months I've worked full time in a challenging job, simultaneously been a child-carer /teacher full time, cooked almost every meal we've eaten, done the cleaning my cleaner should have been doing, done the cleaning that ordinarily didn't exist with us all out at work/school/nursery during the week, and engaged in a never ending cycle of loading and unloading the dishwasher.
And now, to top it all, we can have visitors again. I know I should be thrilled, I know many people are desperate to see loved ones, but on top of everything else I know have to make the house presentable, myself presentable, and my DC presentable, actually no not possible when until now the only saving grace is that I've known that nobody will pop round, and even if they did they weren't expecting to come in.
The cleaner is recently back but only for 2 hours (otherwise keeping DC out from under her feet whilst simultaneously working was a non-starter) which isn't making a huge difference to how much needs done.
Urgh.
I know I'm being unreasonable, and unsociable, and unkind but I really feel like another thing I'm meant to do has been added to the list and I was barely coping to start with.