This week has been strange to say the least. It seems such a long time ago the kids were in school. It’s hard to believe it’s been just a week. We’ve been muddling through. My husband works for the NHS but is lucky to be able to work from home while I work part time in a pharmacy. I’ve been attempting to homeschool our three kids when not in work so my husband can get some work done in peace.

Between work, homeschooling, housework, blogging… It’s all just a bit exhausting isn’t it?

Work in the pharmacy is more hectic than it’s ever been. Trying to help patients while also being conscious we’re putting our own safety at risk. Social distancing isn’t easy in a dispensary. And yet I can’t complain. I only work part time. My full time colleagues have it a lot worse and I appreciate that.

On my “days off” I’m attempting to juggle the academic, physical and emotional needs of three children at completely different stages of their development. I’m simultaneously trying to keep my blog ticking over.ย  But again. I can’t complain. My uni friends are on the front line as NHS nurses. I’m pretty sure they’d much rather be at home with their families. People are losing their loved ones. I can’t complain.

And yet… perhaps I can complain. Just a little.

Mental health is always a big talking point in our family. My husband has his own struggles and I’m passionate about supporting our children’s mental health. My eldest in particular has had an usual month with his last day of primary school passing without the usual celebration and we’ve encouraged him to talk about how he is feeling.

Sometimes it’s easy to neglect my own mental health. Not deliberately but the mum guilt is ever present. The feeling that I must just keep calm and carry on. People have it so much worse. I can’t complain. And while that is true, one person’s sadness doesn’t negate an other’s. I’m allowed to feel sad, overwhelmed, and worried. I sometimes just need to remind myself of that.

It’s ok to feel overwhelmed trying to juggle the needs of my family. It’s ok to dread going into work. It’s ok to be disappointed about cancelled trips and holidays. It’s ok not to be ok.

It’s not my job to be strong for everyone. It’s our job as a family to support each other. I’m lucky to have a wonderful husband who understands that. I had a wobbly moment this morning. I admitted I felt overwhelmed by it all. The days and weeks seem to be stretched out ahead of us and it’s the uncertainty of it all I’m struggling with. I just want things back to normal, but who knows what normal will look like when of us this is over?

In the meantime all we can do is look after each other as a family. Try and take the pressure off and accept help when it’s offered. I am lucky to have such a lovely little support system.

And for that, I can’t complain.