Two days until the end of term and I’m crawling towards the finish. The last four months home-schooling three children, trying to work full time in my (not frontline but still exceptionally busy) NHS job and recovering from my own COVID infection has been absolutely horrendous

I’m exhausted. I am bad at everything. I am slow at work, disappointing colleagues. My overloaded broadband drops out, my kids need questions answered or cuddles giving or passwords resetting in the middle of meetings. When not in a video call I am interrupted constantly.

I ache everywhere. Sitting at the dining room table I move my laptop on and off a stack of cookbooks, typing like a T-rex. We can’t eat as a family unless I untangle my ‘office’ every evening

I’m not the mother I wanted to be, I’m not the employee I wanted to be. I’m spread so thin that a stiff breeze could tear me clean in two. Everyone expects things of me, and nobody wins.

I am lucky, I know. I have a job, I have a house, we are warm and there is food. But god I am tired. Tired of feeling like this and I need to stop.

And in the holidays we can stop. Not all of it, but we can stop something and start to recover. I am so ready to stop!!