The question has more than been answered. So I'd just like to share a snapshot of my life growing up as the eldest of two children whose mother was a teacher
Throwing some parallels to the things people are screeching about now they're working from home whilst looking after their own children.
Every holiday, even the few where we went away, the bags of marking came out. The planning. We had to give her time to get on with her marking and planning. She was still present for us because she was a superstar, but when she sat down to do this work it changed her and you knew that nothing short of a limb hanging off should be brought before her. Her salary was what kept us all going.
I later went to work with her, at the same school. If I wanted a lift with her, she always arrived at the school between half six and seven o'clock, and sat there in her classroom for a few hours to prepare and set everything up.
She stayed behind after school to talk to parents, talk to other staff, take more meetings and she ran after school homework clubs to help the children who needed her.
We never begrudged her any of this. She was one of the best teachers I ever saw in a classroom.
When everything changed and teachers had to begin to fill out so many more forms for Ofsted, and other bodies, keep extra records of various things I admit I don't understand, SHE begrudged the time it took away from what she saw as the important parts of being a teacher, and her time to nurture her pupils.
This is what it's like to be a teacher. Progressively more and more paperwork taking up time originally ploughed straight back into the students. Teachers are not paid enough.