Get up at 5am, 6am or 7am depending on what bus I'm getting, grab a shower and some kind of breakfast I can eat on the go. Get into work at 6.30am, 8am or 8.20am as none of the flexibility I was banking on in this job has materialised since new boss arrived although of course they swan off whenever they feel like it. Senior senior management are utterly incompetent, over promoted and under experienced, classic battlefield appointments (or in this case post COVID as everyone my sort of age burned out and left and has sometimes returned in a lower banded job).
My little team is lovely but most of my time goes on attending drivelly meetings with drama llamas and attention vampires. Rarely able to have a lunch break, if I'm lucky I manage to get out of work at 4.30 and get home at 5.45pm. Check on disabled partner, feed cats, prepare tea, throw a load of washing in, and then start on second job on computer. Almost always utterly exhausted by 9.30pm at the latest, make lunches, make sure disabled partner has food for the morning, make sure disabled partner aids are in kitchen, bathroom etc ready for the morning, check any appointments or follow ups, and sleep fitfully until alarm.
Weekends are a bit better but I am so exhausted I often end up sleeping the afternoons away. I feel there is no joy in life any more and until I can find another job that will let me work flexibly again trying to fit in appointments, groceries, haircuts and general life admin is wearing me out. I am counting down the days until I can at least part retire.
I don't know how those of you with young kids manage.