I am finding it hard, really hard.
What is making it worse for me is everyone saying how lucky we are, how great they are doing, it's not that bad etc.
Why????
It's horrendous. My work has never been busier. I have two kids who want me constantly and can't concentrate on anything I give them for more than five minutes. I end up being a horrible shouty mum trying to get work done and keep them happy.
Husband has them for about 2 hours in the middle of the day if he can otherwise it's generally down to me.
Fed up of cooking, cleaning and work.
I know we are lucky we have our health and a nice house I know that and don't want to be chastised for this. But it's shit really shit and people pretending it isn't eg on work conference calls "I'm great using it as a great chance to read loads of books" just piss me right off. If I had the chance to read it would be a bloody miracle.
I have spent most of this weekend in tears and everyone saying everything is "fine" just makes me feel worse. Why aren't I fine?