What’s doing your head in during lockdown?

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Lighthearted! Or semi-lighthearted anyway...

I’m not talking about the big obvious things eg unable to see family, shopping etc. I’m talking about the little foibles of your family/partner/neighbours etc.

I mean I could write a book but my main ones are:

• constant fucking podcasts! My husband is obsessed with podcasts and I feel like there is constant tinny talking that follows him around the house. Harmless but hiiighly irritating.

• the regularity with which my (fairly newly potty trained) two year old needs to pee. Every time I sit down to eat. I can’t eat a meal without having to get up to wipe an arse. Or so it feels anyway. I’d never let on obviously but I inwardly roll my eyes every time.

• six year old constantly asking to commandeer my phone.

The sound of my husband eating. Noisy slappy sounds swirling round his mouth. I had to leave the room the other when he was eating a banana. He doesn't hear it and so thinks I'm being over sensitive.

Thank and trying to get my son to do his school work. It's a battle every single day and really not food for my mental health.

The mess all day every day!

Hearing look at this mummy 9 million times a day

Being on a diet!

Living in a flat

Cleaning while DS and DP are messing up at the same time, I literally give up and have started to just tidy bits and clean bits because it's impossible to do everything so now it just always looks a mess to me, good job we can't have visitors!

Me. I am doing my own head in. Constant internal dialogue of 'Sparkling you should be doing this, that and the other' and not having the motivation.

DH staying up till stupid o clock playing the fuckin xbox then moaning he's tired allll fuckin day when it's his turn to get up with 10month old who is up at 6am on the dot.

Hel come to bed at 3am and then il not so gently kick him out of bed at 6 with DD then he will moan about being tired. Does my tits in.

I'm finding it really quite stressful actually on the mess front.

I'm the tidiest of the 6 of us and my standards are quite a bit higher than theirs for what counts as 'clean and tidy' for a room. They aren't exactly slobbish. But are happy in more of a mess than i am. Therefore i'm a slave to myself. I have to keep cleaning up or sit in a room feeling twitchy because of - in my mind - the state of it.

This is making me feel a lot better. I agree with just about everything written here.

DH and I are both working full time with toddler and six year old. The weeks are utterly miserable. I’m getting up at 5.30am to get a couple of hours in before the kids get up, then we work in shifts through the day and then as soon as the kids are down we are back into separate rooms to work again. It’s brutal - I barely have time to shower let alone do any housework. Never again will I take normality for granted.

The 'Mummy siren' which is fairly self explanatory.

It's the constant low level noise that is driving me bats.

I'm used to working at home with DH and DC out all day, The house is silent when I get home from the school drop offs. I drink my coffee and eat my breakfast with the back door open. Quietly.

Now there is permanent noise. Someone has the TV on somewhere or is watching videos, playing games, DH on conference calls, clicking keyboards, the coffee machine seemingly going all day, the ping of messages. None of it is unreasonable, it's just me.

I love them all dearly and actually we are getting on fine during lockdown but I am desperate just to sit quietly in an empty house.

My kids (4 and 6) and DH are SO LOUD. Why?! I feel like they are stomping on my ear nerves (technical term).

Having zero motivation.
Returning to work after being off due to probable covid and realising how much my colleagues have slackened off on social distancing in the weeks I’ve been away (NHS)
Homeschooling 4 dc.
The mess (see point 1 above)

Child's prolific production of shit drawings, or things made of cut up bits of paper/tissue paper and sellotape. Boyfriend's beer fermenting in the corner of the office, stinking and bubbling. Endless uncertainty over work (teacher), reading everywhere about how teachers are being shit when I'm working my arse off, and beyond stressed about what we're providing for our kids. I have stabbing pains in my boobs and my dr said to wait 6 weeks.

Honestly... The fact that the majority of people are home all day every day and yet pick the weekend to do their shopping... I'm a key worker but not NHS. Our local supermarkets are only allowing specific times for the elderly or NHS workers so I have no choice but to shop at weekends. It's taking me hours with bloody queues. I'm a single mum so I have to take dd, trying to get her to distance from other people, behaviour for upwards of an hour to get into tesco and the endless whinging that she is bored.

DH’s hay fever...sniff, sniff, sniiiiiiifffffff! Shut the fuck up!

Oh that must be crap. The woman on the till the other day said that saturday was super busy. Its mad to choose to queue longer!

I'm also totally fucking pissed off with the government. I hate Johnson and Gove with every fibre of my being. Their lies, every day... raaaah. And the media, just. Shut. Up. Why won't any of them just admit it's all a big unknown. I'm sick of being treated like a child.

I have carers here once a day. The agency have this idea that we have to chat (and the fact we did has to go in the notes) each time they come to prevent loneliness or some crap.
One of them tells rubbish jokes she thinks are hilarious. Currently it’s the same one about self-isolation and I see her about three days a week...

Not having a minute to myself and the never ending cooking!

Oh and all the video calls!

@Pfrench it's driving me mad! My parents have dd while I work but by the time I get out of work, pick her up it's time to cook tea and get her to bed. I've tried to call past on my way home from work but we literally have tesco and aldi as the only supermarkets within a 10 mile radius so there is always a long queue.

I HATE supermarkets! I have an anxiety disorder and they trigger me badly so have always done it online, however I cannot get a deliver for love nor money despite both myself and dd being on the vulnerable register. So I have no choice.

No sleep and no time for myself.
The dc's bedtime is getting later (long past 11pm for the 11yr old) due to lack of exercise but I'm still working three days a week.
Being talked at constantly but no conversation.
The mess.
Endless food prep.
The fact my lazy neighbours still haven't tidied their garden up.

The constant social media pics of people I know enjoying their gardens, sipping cocktails etc while i'm doing more work for less money due to changes in work hours, key worker - not NHS.

I would love to be furloughed.

The way that whenever I need to call a client my husband starts hoovering or the kids start fighting. Argh!

DaisylovesDonald Exactly that, meal times are just aargh.

lunch is now “do you want a sandwich or something (dumped in a bowl straight) out of a can” Fortunately dh is saving my sanity at tea time by making lots of homemade pizza whichthe kids are loving.

Also

Dh coming out of the box room aka office and on his way to make a cup of tea, offering helpful little tips on how to do help the dc with their school work or other things I’ve been doing perfectly well for years without his help thank you very much. He thinks he’s been helpful bless him. 🤨🤦🏼‍♀️

After a few words, fortunately we can laugh about it now, I just tell him to get back in his box and he realises he need to shut up and get back to his box room office if he wants to survive until teatime. 😁

Not having a quiet house to myself

Having to jump on the trampoline/play pirates/make Lego and generally take the place of a 4 year olds best friend

Not being able to buy some dark oak fence paint having run out with 1.5 panels to go

My husbands face. Knobhead.

Amount of food the DSs are eating.
Fact that there are no longer any leftovers from night before for my lunches.
Always plates and mugs on the side.
DH still 'around' at 9.30 when he'd normally leave for his office at 8 am.
DH taking the opportunity of lockdown to do 'essential' jobs which are not, but completely ignoring all the things which need fixing around the house.
DH bringing amazon deliveries into kitchen and plonking them on table
Nobody cleaning anything except me

The constant snacking from the children! They’re doing my head in!