The weather is what is making it fucking unbearable. The only thing we can do for pleasure is go for another fucking walk and it's not pleasurable because it's cold and shit.
Thank fuck for my daughter and the baby I'll be having in the next month or so. Although in many ways small kids make lockdown harder (trying to balance working from home with a preschooler whose care provision has been on and off like a bloody strobe light the past year whilst increasingly knackered from pregnancy has been horrible) they are, as many note on here, a reason to get up and keep going. They aren't miserable and provide some light in a crappy situation.
I do sometimes envy people who are wfh and child free as life must just seem to be so much easier now - no commute, no staying late at the office because the boss hasn't left yet, etc - and I was properly envious of those on furlough, especially those whose employers (like mine for those impacted) made it up to the full 100% salary, as basically it's like paid holiday for months.
But actually, I think it's us with the small kids who are in some ways luckiest - we have to keep going and finding the joy where we can, for the kids, so we do. And a lot of the stuff people are missing - nights out, restaurants, parties, pubbing and clubbing, hooking up, expensive hobbies, glamorous holidays etc - were things we didn't have much of anyway with a child who needs to be in bed by 8PM every night. DP and I are doubly 'lucky' in that our parents live at opposite ends of the country and we live in the middle, so didn't have any 'grandparent care' or much contact at all really so having to do it all ourselves is nothing new either.
I kind of waft between being OK with it all and being out of proportion enraged at silly things I can't do - like this week my DD is in isolation due to covid positive in her nursery bubble, and the fact I can't even take her to the swings is giving me a red mist.
I can't do the news. I apprise myself of the latest rules/guidance and then switch off until the next lot come along, always assuming between times that once this tranche is over things will go back to normal or as normal as it's ever been since this thing started - anything else and I just lose the will to live, all the speculation and doomsaying and new variants and what ifs and death rates. I have to ignore it, I can't do anything about it, and I can't know what any of it will mean for me and mine, so why drive myself insane following every twist and turn?
Anyway YANBU OP. It's a pile of suppurating shit.