At the start of lockdown I was sad, mainly for my DS (age 4) not being able to go to nursery or do anything he used to do, softplay and playgrounds etc. And for my parents, that we weren't able to see them and that they weren't able to see the DC.
Since lockdown started to ease at the beginning of June and we were able to meet another household outdoors, I've actually been really happy and content with the way our lives are.
It's not always easy, DH is working from home full time and me PT, I'm very lucky that I'm only doing about 50% hours currently but still getting full pay. The DCs are both under 5 so demanding and full on, we don't get much time in the weekdays between work and keeping them entertained/fed etc. There's some days where everyone gets on each others' nerves a bit.
But I also feel insanely lucky that we've had this time with the DCs, which we never would have had. We have a nice house, not huge but a good size. A nice small-medium, simple but perfect adequate garden. Nearby fields/parks for walks and DC bike rides. We've been able to see friends and family for walks or in gardens.
Our days are really similar and the weeks just melt into each other. I don't even watch all that much in the way of TV, some evenings I just go on my phone, maybe go for a walk and listen to a podcast.
It's lovely, but the fact that this is fulfilling me makes me think I must be quite boring!