I’m exhausted and everyone around me is exhausted, but it doesn’t feel like we’ll ever get a chance to recharge, writes Liadán Hynes
I’m sitting in the waiting room of my dentist leaving a friend a voice note. “Finally here,” I tell her. I am there to get a root canal, and I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks. My dentist has promised me I won’t feel a thing (he wasn’t lying), that I would just sit back and listen to podcasts. No parenting duties, no urgent emails; untouchable. Bliss.