I know I'm better off than many others, enduring this endless Delta lockdown in Auckland.
I have a job which I can do from home.
I have a home, internet access, a car.
My children are teenagers so my work doesn't get interrupted too often.
But also: I have a job, a home, and teenagers, on my own.
I know I am half-arsing two-out-of-three of my responsibilities - because, let's be honest: I can't do it all.
I'm on top of my job, still producing quality work. But my home and my kids are not getting my best.
There's something about lockdown that saps my energy. I feel nagging guilt about all the tasks I leave undone and even more guilt about the way I am parenting in all this: barely.
We are survivors clinging to a raft afloat on a very lonely sea waiting for a glimpse of the longed-for shore - Level 2.
