Today marks the one year anniversary of Little H’s school closing due to the start of the covid-19 pandemic. One whole year since my little girl’s final “normal” day in her Reception class; the final day where I was able to pick her up without standing in a socially distanced queue at the school gates with a mask. How has it been a year? Yet also, what on earth did it feel like before? I feel like I don’t remember …
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Today marked a symbolic day – Little H returned to school for the first time since she left for her Christmas holidays. It was a day I almost couldn’t imagine happening, but as she walked through those gates today, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Not only was she back where she wanted to be, but the responsibility for educating her was back with the professionals. Thanks to the covid-19 pandemic, Little H has spent 100 days from …
We’re in lockdown. Again. I don’t want to really write about the specifics of what’s going on in the UK right now but I whole-heartedly acknowledge we’re not in a great place. I understand the rationale behind the lockdown, the need for it. I also know that everything I am about to write about fully falls into the ‘first world problems’ category. But write about my woes I shall because, honestly, life is testing right now. When we locked-down in …
Wow, what a year this has been. When the clock ticker hit 00:01 on 1st January, I thought the year we had ahead would be full of interesting trips, fun family times, getting into my stride at work, school summer fetes and sports day. But the world had different plans and after a quiet winter start to the year, this newly mentioned virus – covid-19 – brought the world to it’s knees as we entered spring. It was something none …
Every single week over the last few months, I have thought of at least one thing I wanted to write about on my blog. But once work is done, the girls are fed / watered / educated / contented, the house tidied and Sam and I are few / watered / exercised / have done all of our administration…well I just had no oomph to write. No desire to get my laptop out again to put fingers to keyboard. With …
Just as I think I am catching-up with your posts, you hit another three month milestone and I realise how far behind I am. This period of your life has to have been on of the most bizarre though as within a couple of weeks of turning two, we were thrown into uncharted territory with a national lockdown to prevent the spread of covid-19. Overnight we were all suddenly at home, as it remained for 10 whole weeks: together all …
Waiting. For? I’m not sure. But recently, when the fiasco of pandemic life calms just a little, I have a ‘feeling’. For a while I sat on it and tried to work out what the feeling was. Then I realised it was a sense of waiting. That feeling of “What next?”. But upon finally recognising the emotion linger in my head, I was hit by an even bigger conundrum – why was I feeling that way? …
I’m losing track of time now, I really am. Time has done that magical thing where it takes on a whole new form and both drags and flies in equal measure. Individual days can feel like a week as I just wait for the respite of the evening where I don’t have to work, I don’t have to parent and, after all jobs are done, I can quite simply flop on the sofa. But then I blink and it’s the …
As I looked out my bedroom window last thing before snuggling into bed the other night, I saw the small blinking light of a plane moving across the sky. It held my attention and I watched the red dot pulse its way through the darkness, alone. With only the bright ISS for company. A sight that was so common – and usually multiplied five fold – four weeks ago felt so foreign. So strange. So out of place with how …
So, it’s been a whole week since we entered a Covid-19 induced lockdown in the UK. And it’s been over a week since my family and I inadvertently entered one in our household because, since school ended on Friday 20 March, the girls and I have been housebound apart from a daily walk. Sam has been far more “social”, but all that means is he has been out once for food shopping. It’s a very strange time. …
