I’ve put on so much weight since lockdown in March. Every piece of clothing I own is either too small now or I’m bursting out of it.
I had my 2.5yo toddler home for 17 weeks and I had to stop working because whilst my husband isn’t a key worker they insisted he work Monday to Friday 9-5 with no flexibility. My business suffered, my mental health suffered and I had a mini breakdown in July. (Away from the eyes of my child I should add, I had a fab summer with him tho I’m sure he could sense my despair)
Since nursery reopened we had a string of aggressive behaviour where my boy physically attacked me several times a day and had 4 hour screaming fits where he would also hurt himself, it took 7 weeks for him to settle back into nursery and for that to ease off. I tried to talk to family about it but was labeled dramatic and told that all children have tantrums and I’m not the only mother going through it (their children are older and didn’t turn 2 in a pandemic… with zero visitors and no support).
I had to call my health visitor and I was referred to the NHS nursery nurse to do the triple P workshop via zoom for behavioural issues. Nursery were amazing and worked with us to try and diffuse the tantrums and support my boy best we could.
There have been 2 other spikes in behaviour linked to a disruption in his routine.
So I’ve been back at work, sharing my studio space with my husband, desperately trying to catch up on projects that are 5 months delayed.
I’ve not exactly been able to get out of the house. I’m just so caught up with work and then chores and by the time my boy is in bed at 7.30 I’m too exhausted to do anything.
I’m comfort eating and not exercising and I’m sure I’ve gained 10-15kg.
I just feel quite isolated and a bit pathetic that I’ve let myself go.