I'm trying so hard to keep positive, but the whole thing is just so so depressing. We know a number of friends parents who have died during this period, so it seems relentless.
My DP is terrified of getting it, so hasn't really left the house to go anywhere in the last 7 months. He drove to see his DS10 and wave from the window less than 5 tines from the start of lockdown until last month, and now his DS has started coming back to stay with us EOW.
Our relationship is struggling, as lockdown has brought home to me how little he does around the house, meanwhile he genuinely believes he is a prince among men if he drops the children to nursery once!
Our jobs are fine, and not at risk, and we've saved quite a bit if money during Covid. However, we were both working from home for the first 6 months, and splitting our time to look after our 2 DC under 4, which put a huge strain on things.
The children started back at nursery last month, and my office reopened a couple of months back, though staff are under no obligation to go in. Since visiting for the first time a few weeks back, I'd like to spend 2 days a week there, which DP is resisting as he thinks I'm going to bring the virus home with me. For my mental health and well being, I feel better being away from him as much as I can, as he is such an energy drain.
I've also started socialising a bit where I can with friends (all socially distanced and Covid rules compliant), and he constantly goes on about how I just want to have fun and not prioritise the family for the sake of enjoying myself. For context, the 3 social outings I had with friends in the last 6 weeks were to celebrate my big birthday.