The last few weeks have passed. I'm not sure how, but they have passed. As of this week, we are allowed out for longer periods of time, those that cannot work from home can go back and some of the younger school children might be allowed back just before the summer holidays. This last one seems utterly pointless to me, but who am I to say?
Today is the first day in months OH has been able to go fishing again. He came home early because he ran out of bait. The fish are hungry. I was much more productive without him though and will definitely be waving him off again tomorrow, maybe with a child in tow.
I'm struggling with my weight, but I suspect this will start to go back down again after he goes back to work, which should be next week. He will go back to work and I can get back to some semblance of my own routine. I can't wait.
These are strange times. How soon, I wonder, will we back under complete lockdown? Today the mayor of Bridlington issued a statement telling tourists they are not wanted. He's right. They're not. There are too many vulnerable people here. I'm glad he has done this. I would do the same.
Strange times indeed
Wednesday, 13 May 2020
Monday, 20 April 2020
week 4...possibly
I think this is the fourth week of isolation. The Mr thinks tomorrow is technically 5 weeks since the start. At first they said three weeks and then they said three more weeks. Honestly, I've lost track and I don't think anyone else does either.
Mr is concerned because he hasn't heard anything from the company he works for other than "closed for a further three weeks". Personally, I don't think there's much else to say. They don't know any more than we do.
I don't feel as stir crazy as others seem to be feeling. Mr said to me the other day that they must all be getting on my nerves because I would normally have the house to myself for most of the day. Until he said that, it hadn't really occurred to me. I would normally have the house to myself. Everything would be quiet, even silent for periods of time until the baby wakes up. Now things are rarely quiet and there are small people everywhere. Even my cleaning routine is messed up.
It's fine. We're fine. Others have it so much worse. The worst we can say really is that we're bored. Even then, I can find ways to entertain myself indoors. Writing this blog, looking after the kids, watching movies, yoga, belly dancing, a new found interest in hula dancing. The plus side of being an introvert is that I don't need to go out the way others do. I'm used to being alone and indoors. Nothing new here.
There are plenty on the news though, plenty not following the social distancing guidelines. Even my eldest has seen people she knows uploading videos to social media in groups of three and four, not from the same household calling themselves "rebels". Some Americans are protesting the lockdown, encouraged by Donald Trump whose only interest lies in the economy. He doesn't care about people, especially those that are not rich.
Something I hadn't really noticed until a couple of days ago - there are no seagulls about. There's no one to feed them, so there are none around. Seagulls have become a bit of background noise for me. You see and hear them all the time, but you don't really notice them. They're just there. Only now they're not.
When this lockdown was first announced, I felt like the only thing I wanted was to go out - because I couldn't. Reverse psychology at its finest. I'm ok now though. I haven't left the house in weeks. I'm scared to.
I've seen some vloggers on Facebook who think the kids won't go back to school until September at least, when they'll be going into the next school year.
These are strange times. I wonder if they will change us as people. Will we be better people for this crisis? Personally, I don't think so. If we are it will only be for a short time and then everything will go back to the way it was. If history has taught us anything it is that people never learn.
Mr is concerned because he hasn't heard anything from the company he works for other than "closed for a further three weeks". Personally, I don't think there's much else to say. They don't know any more than we do.
I don't feel as stir crazy as others seem to be feeling. Mr said to me the other day that they must all be getting on my nerves because I would normally have the house to myself for most of the day. Until he said that, it hadn't really occurred to me. I would normally have the house to myself. Everything would be quiet, even silent for periods of time until the baby wakes up. Now things are rarely quiet and there are small people everywhere. Even my cleaning routine is messed up.
It's fine. We're fine. Others have it so much worse. The worst we can say really is that we're bored. Even then, I can find ways to entertain myself indoors. Writing this blog, looking after the kids, watching movies, yoga, belly dancing, a new found interest in hula dancing. The plus side of being an introvert is that I don't need to go out the way others do. I'm used to being alone and indoors. Nothing new here.
There are plenty on the news though, plenty not following the social distancing guidelines. Even my eldest has seen people she knows uploading videos to social media in groups of three and four, not from the same household calling themselves "rebels". Some Americans are protesting the lockdown, encouraged by Donald Trump whose only interest lies in the economy. He doesn't care about people, especially those that are not rich.
Something I hadn't really noticed until a couple of days ago - there are no seagulls about. There's no one to feed them, so there are none around. Seagulls have become a bit of background noise for me. You see and hear them all the time, but you don't really notice them. They're just there. Only now they're not.
When this lockdown was first announced, I felt like the only thing I wanted was to go out - because I couldn't. Reverse psychology at its finest. I'm ok now though. I haven't left the house in weeks. I'm scared to.
I've seen some vloggers on Facebook who think the kids won't go back to school until September at least, when they'll be going into the next school year.
These are strange times. I wonder if they will change us as people. Will we be better people for this crisis? Personally, I don't think so. If we are it will only be for a short time and then everything will go back to the way it was. If history has taught us anything it is that people never learn.
Wednesday, 8 April 2020
Two Weeks Later
Today is 08th April 2020. We are two weeks into official lockdown. Boris Johnson is in hospital with COVID-19 and there are still people who refuse to stay inside.
Today was a good day for me. When this all started, I thought I would put this time to good use and be really productive - write a blog, clear up the house, teach the kids etc. All things I wanted to do, envisioned myself doing, I haven't done. Lockdown, it turns out, is mentally exhausting. It's hard to get up and get going when you're not actually going anywhere. Last night I made the decision to set an alarm for the first time in weeks. I still manged to get up late, but not as late as I have been getting up. I feel better for it though. I've showered, dressed, done some of the washing, the dishes and so on. I even considered actually going for a walk, but this disease scares me more than I let on. What if I go out and come back unknowingly carrying it and pass it on to the baby? That's a little bit too much for me. Reports are saying anyone who goes into hospital with this disease risks dying alone. I couldn't do that to my children.
On another note, a woman I follow on Instagram uploaded a story today and she said she'd hit a low. She couldn't be bothered to have a bath, couldn't be bothered to get into a bath of hot water and just sit there. It seems ridiculous that this could be a problem for anyone, but I totally understand how she feels. It's so hard to motivate yourself to do anything.
A global pandemic sure plays with the mind.
Today was a good day for me. When this all started, I thought I would put this time to good use and be really productive - write a blog, clear up the house, teach the kids etc. All things I wanted to do, envisioned myself doing, I haven't done. Lockdown, it turns out, is mentally exhausting. It's hard to get up and get going when you're not actually going anywhere. Last night I made the decision to set an alarm for the first time in weeks. I still manged to get up late, but not as late as I have been getting up. I feel better for it though. I've showered, dressed, done some of the washing, the dishes and so on. I even considered actually going for a walk, but this disease scares me more than I let on. What if I go out and come back unknowingly carrying it and pass it on to the baby? That's a little bit too much for me. Reports are saying anyone who goes into hospital with this disease risks dying alone. I couldn't do that to my children.
On another note, a woman I follow on Instagram uploaded a story today and she said she'd hit a low. She couldn't be bothered to have a bath, couldn't be bothered to get into a bath of hot water and just sit there. It seems ridiculous that this could be a problem for anyone, but I totally understand how she feels. It's so hard to motivate yourself to do anything.
A global pandemic sure plays with the mind.
Wednesday, 25 March 2020
Today is Wednesday 25th March 2020. We have been in lockdown since Boris Johnson made the announcement Monday evening. We are allowed out for food and medical supplies and form of exercise a day. We are not allowed to be in gatherings of more than two and unless you live in the same household, you should stay two metres away from each other at all times. This is called social distancing. People are still largely ignoring these new rules. The number of cases is increasing on a daily basis, even Prince Charles has it. So we're not allowed out.
For me, an introvert who prefers her own company at home, this should be great. I don't even have to take the kids to school because it's closed. But it's not. I miss the daily walk to school even though I complain about having to do it, especially when the boys are playing up and not paying attention to the road. Standard stuff.
I'm finding though that I can't go out. Even though I would like to. I can't. Anxiety I didn't even know I had has raised its ugly head and has got me paralysed with fear. If I go out, I'm at risk. We're all at risk. If you have to go to hospital with it, you are not allowed visitors. Even if you're told you're dying. Labouring women are not allowed birthing partners. This is Hell. This is what Hell is like. Ironic coming from a self confessed socially awkward introvert.
Now that I am not allowed out, I can't think about anything else. I want to take the kids to the beach, but I can't. Not allowed anyway.
There is no logic to COVID-19. Stay at home. Protect the NHS. Save lives. Please.
For me, an introvert who prefers her own company at home, this should be great. I don't even have to take the kids to school because it's closed. But it's not. I miss the daily walk to school even though I complain about having to do it, especially when the boys are playing up and not paying attention to the road. Standard stuff.
I'm finding though that I can't go out. Even though I would like to. I can't. Anxiety I didn't even know I had has raised its ugly head and has got me paralysed with fear. If I go out, I'm at risk. We're all at risk. If you have to go to hospital with it, you are not allowed visitors. Even if you're told you're dying. Labouring women are not allowed birthing partners. This is Hell. This is what Hell is like. Ironic coming from a self confessed socially awkward introvert.
Now that I am not allowed out, I can't think about anything else. I want to take the kids to the beach, but I can't. Not allowed anyway.
There is no logic to COVID-19. Stay at home. Protect the NHS. Save lives. Please.
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