I was fine until the start of this week. In fact, being a bit anti-social by nature, I was enjoying it, but this week my mood really took a dive.
WFH has been a bit frustrating, not being able to print stuff, using a laptop instead of a having a nice big monitor, working from the kitchen table and having to pack everything away, but that was really my only gripe. DP is WFH too, and it hasn't got on my nerves being together 24/7 (albeit in different rooms).
We were both off last week, which was fine, but when I started work on Tuesday, I found everything really irritating and keep cocking things up.
And I've become very noise sensitive: we've had pneumatic drills, angle grinders etc going, plus the usual thing of dozens of bloody delivery trucks all day and this morning I was nearly in tears with sheer frustration, the noise was going through me like a knife. I've felt weepy and nearly cried a few times and I almost cry (I'm hard, me, lol).
The girl who skateboards past our house, over and over again, for hours at a time really ought to be on the "at risk" register, because one of these days I'm going to properly lose it and kill her.
The way I feel reminds of a what PMT felt like for the few years that I suffered with it: constantly on the brink of rage or tears and the slightest thing could tip me over the edge. And I'm normally very robust and resilient, so I really get that if I'm feeling like this, people who struggle normally must be going through hell.
I spoke to a colleague earlier today and she's been feeling shit too. Maybe we've collectively reached the point where the majority of people have used up all their mental resources and are simply sick of it all.