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.
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