So there we all are - stuck at home with our children, husbands, boyfriends, flat-mates, cell-mates and parents in a coronavirus-induced lockdown. Blue murder springs to mind.
The unprecedented events of the past few weeks have thrown us into uncharted waters. One minute the nation is panicking about Brexit, the next we're panicking about toilet paper and impending doom.
Now schools are out, everything else will surely follow - bar shops. All social activity will be called to a halt and we won't be allowed to fraternise with friends. It's just like the apocalypse the conspiracy theorists warned us about.
There will be nothing to do but eat and watch Netflix, fight with our housemates and give our children the phone because we have deadlines and want them to stop sitting on our head.
The threat of Covid-19 demands we isolate elderly and sick people against our instincts, but because of the housing crisis many of us are sharing with parents, grandparents and family members, putting them at unnecessary risk.
Along with 50pc of Irish 25- to 29-year-olds, I too am living at home - with my five-year-old daughter until Easter at the earliest, virus permitting. Because of my precarious living arrangement, I have to be more careful about what I do and where I go.
I'm currently pondering whether or not I picked up the coronavirus during a chocolate-making class in Switzerland last week. I too could be stretchered out of the house by men in hazmat suits, with neighbours behind curtains, going "Unclean, unclean."
My mother, like many of her generation, is less prone to hysteria, and is more pragmatic about these things, even though she's most likely to be affected.
I'm not panic-buying, but I won't be socialising and am making sure my daughter and I are outside as much as humanly possible, while washing our hands regularly. Luckily I'm not at the age where I go out four nights a week.
I fear those younger than me won't adhere to the rules, as I wouldn't have either. The Government, which put us in this intergenerational living predicament, needs to focus on keeping them out of harm's way. It won't be easy.
If we get through this unscathed, we will all be delighted, but let's face it - in the meantime we will drive each other demented. When you don't have your own house, as many of you will know, you can't just mix up a Mojito, stick on some tunes or light a fag without judgment. Even hobbies, like painting or pottery, can't just be done with ease, whatever about committing war crimes like boiling the kettle twice in quick succession, leaving the immersion on or opening the fridge door after dinner. The feeling is mutual, I can confirm. You are in someone else's way, in their home, screwing with their rules.
But fear not, once we get a dose of predictably awful Irish weather, even the happiest of couples will lose their minds, trying to work, with children running around the house, bored and frustrated.
People can barely get through Christmas Day without losing it, now we're looking down the barrel of indefinite imprisonment with our relations with no sports or pub for escape. For sociable Irish people, this is unprecedented.
I hope all the social media generation, who have perpetuated social isolation via social media, who cancel birthday and family events because they can't be bothered, may have a little think about all this 'me time' they so craved so badly.
What's it like having your cake and eating it? You may soon change your tune.
After we get the all-clear - I remain positive - it will invigorate us, make us forget stupid things we were worried about before, and perhaps we'll just want to go out, meet our friends and actually talk to them. This could lead to the social and cultural revolution modern society needs so badly.
In the meantime, if you are living at home, now may be a time to recalibrate, do a deep clean and reconnect with the elderly and appreciate them.