I acknowledge that OP isn’t alone and my heart breaks for all of you, but I can’t relate. Maybe it’s because I’ve had a objectively really difficult life: ACES score 9, stalked by two different men (neither romantic partners) and kidnapped by one, abusive first marriage, secondary infertility, medically fragile child, almost died 4 times, diagnosed with three serious chronic health conditions, sexual harassed at work, witness to horrific workplace violence, adult child raped, second husband diagnosed with colon cancer, abusive father has dementia... all of this has pushed me to find joy where I can. This year has seen my parenting repertoire expand and my family is even closer than before. It opened my heart to open our home to a boy who needed a forever family. I’m not glad that the pandemic happened, but I don’t wish I wasn’t parenting.

My area locked down early. We've been doing this for a year now. I see my husband for about 5 minutes a day (he goes into the office). I haven't spoken to another adult in person in three months. I'm alone for 10 hours a day with a 9 month old and two year old. The nine month old is still nursing and refuses a bottle so I can't leave him. Both kids are up at least once a night.

It's been so bad for so long to I don't even remember what good is like. I've spent every night in this house for a year, except the two nights I was in the hospital giving birth.

Anonymous wrote:DH is the main parent and kind of died out in January. I gave him a container of Clorox Wipes and a bag of fruit and other snacks and a couple of liters of water, and sent him off to a hotel near a body of water for a 3-day weekend.

He came back a new man. Said he worked Friday, went walking along the water and watched the sunset, then got takeout and slept late. He said he meditated, napped, watched tv, and watched three sunsets and two sunrises.

It's my turn in March.

That is a great idea. I'm planning a long weekend now, just not sure where to go.

My marriage fell apart during the pandemic (translation: DH started an affair and new life), but the upside of him moving out is that I now have a lot more time alone to recharge due to split custody.

Anonymous wrote:I hate being a new widow. We had to start isolating in 2019 due to chemo. I’ll trade you.

So sorry, PP.

Hang in there, OP.

DH is the main parent and kind of died out in January. I gave him a container of Clorox Wipes and a bag of fruit and other snacks and a couple of liters of water, and sent him off to a hotel near a body of water for a 3-day weekend.

He came back a new man. Said he worked Friday, went walking along the water and watched the sunset, then got takeout and slept late. He said he meditated, napped, watched tv, and watched three sunsets and two sunrises.

It's my turn in March.

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Anonymous wrote:I can't figure out if I'm just naturally a terrible parent (short tempered, no patience, attached to my laptop, want everyone to just go away) or if this is a Covid thing (and, if the latter, if it's reversible).

Same. I thought I was ok. Then snapped and hid in my room for an hour. It wasn’t even a bad day, I’m just toast.

Are you an introvert by chance?

Anonymous wrote:I hate being a new widow. We had to start isolating in 2019 due to chemo. I’ll trade you.

I’m sorry PP. You are not alone.

Anonymous wrote:I can't figure out if I'm just naturally a terrible parent (short tempered, no patience, attached to my laptop, want everyone to just go away) or if this is a Covid thing (and, if the latter, if it's reversible).

I don't know if you're a terrible parent or not, but, reading your post, I'm just glad to know I'm not the only one.

I hate being a new widow. We had to start isolating in 2019 due to chemo. I’ll trade you.

Me too. I say to my DH a lot - why is it now God decided we should be parents to small children? Could there be a more inconvenient time... sigh. I feel you, OP

Anonymous wrote:I can't figure out if I'm just naturally a terrible parent (short tempered, no patience, attached to my laptop, want everyone to just go away) or if this is a Covid thing (and, if the latter, if it's reversible).

Same. I thought I was ok. Then snapped and hid in my room for an hour. It wasn’t even a bad day, I’m just toast.

Right there with you.

I can't figure out if I'm just naturally a terrible parent (short tempered, no patience, attached to my laptop, want everyone to just go away) or if this is a Covid thing (and, if the latter, if it's reversible).

I’m sorry , OP. You are not alone. This is truly insane how society has told moms to go eff themselves. Please try to get some time to yourself each day. Hugs.

I feel like I’m going crazy. I’ve been keeping everyone going, including DH, for almost a year and I hate being a parent and I’m not even sure I like my family anymore. This is so hard.