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.
Monday, 20 April 2020
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.
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