It has been a long day.
Usually Mondays, I wake with a little skip in my step, joyfully prepare the kids their lunches in a bag and wave them gleefully out of the door.
Today I woke to my nine year old asking me what her first lesson was going to be, my fourteen year old freaking out because the printer was refusing to print anything, and my son already firmly locked into an online world.
The dog laid on the floor, staring at me mournfully, realising that life as we know is over.
I contemplated doubling up on my anti depressants, then considered that I may need to stockpile those for the weeks to come.
So far today, I have spoken more than average.
Said – “wash your hands” 3,678 times.
Asked – “have you washed your hands?” 4,987 times.
I have also washed my hands a record 4,865 times.
The kids have asked 3 million times about eating, be it breakfast, dinner or snack – it would seem they are gaping holes of hunger who are never, ever full.
I have had to delete Facebook, because the general horror stories about the Apocalypse and home educating are enough to drive anyone to a mini meltdown.
I have stared longingly at the gin bottle a further 3 million times. It feels like sobriety and self isolation are not going to make happy bedfellows.
And the term – self isolation – is misleading in itself, sounds like you would be alone. Which sound bloody heavenly right now, me, a book and a cup of tea – utopia right there.
But my self isolation involves 3 kids, 2 cats, and a dog in heat.
Not how Boris sold it to me.
And, in a lovely way – I have already done a Zoom pub quiz, had various online calls. I’ve been working from home for years – I am now having to wear make up as I don’t know who is going to ping up next.
I have never been this social.
Like living in a movie
But you know what….
We are one day closer to this being over…
Stay safe folks