I'm so glad to finally have a structure back to my life now the DCs are back at school.
I'm a SAHM because DS1 has SNs and doesn't cope with wraparound care. I filled the gap of my working life with voluntary roles and a couple of activities around the DC's routines, and lockdown stripped my purpose away to basically servicing the kitchen table for food and pathetic attempts at home learning.
I'm grateful that DH remained secure WFH compared to alternatives (especially when a major local.employer is shedding thousands of good quality posts and I know two people affected)
DS could be damaged longer term by this, not so much by struggling with home learning but by interfering with EHCP applications and being able to go to secondary open days. We may well be in the position of making an ill-informed choice of secondary school and not having appropriate support to make transition sucessful.
It was horrid being isolated for so many months. I reached the sobbing stage in June when it became apparent that my DCs weren't going back to school before September and it just hadn't been viable to have meaningful social contact for 3 months.
July got better briefly as more options opened up until the face rags ruined things. I clearly have issues in that department that are a complicated blend of sensory overwhelm, hyperventilating and loss of lip reading. I try to avoid places where they are required, yet getting out of the house is healthy too.
Most people I know have found it shit either through isolation or being over worked with a generous dose of parental guilt (I get it, I remember it well from my working days)
I've been grateful for the stability that being a SAHM has given my DCs, yet utterly stiffled and trapped with it too.
My kids do not do craft or baking. I accepted that long ago, but I did have to hide a lot of that early on as it was rubbing DS's needs in a bit, and he just wants to Minecraft 24/7. It was just better removing myself from something that stung. Not a single rainbow was coloured in here!