So, day three…
All started well. The kids were great, we stuck to the timetable, I got quite a bit of work done and all was good. I even got the kids setting up their own tuck shop, which they have to run ltogether ike a business. I felt like I was supermum! We even received an offer on our house, which we’ve accepted.
The afternoon wasn’t quite so great. The kids struggled to keep focused on tasks, they argued and Heidi had a meltdown. I sent many frantic messages to Simon (is still isn’t working from home yet :-(). By the end of the day I was feeling pretty rubbish about the whole situation. I actually cheered with relief when Simon arrived home!
After we’d eaten dinner, Simon took the kids to the park so I could have a much-need break. I exchanged a few messages with friends and started to feel a bit better and more positive.
My emotions are literally all over the place at the minute. One minute I’m all positive and ok, the next it really does feel like the world is ending. I’m pretty sure that I’m not the only one.
I think there’s quite a bit of confusion at the minute about what we should be doing. Should we be going to shop? Are we ok to go to the park and meet friends? Me and the kids are at home most of the day, but Simon’s at work, interacting with loads of people. Surely this makes us isolating ourselves pretty pointless? I actually think it would be easier if the government were stricter.
My Mum and Dad are pretty much isolating themselves, which means that I’m less anxious about us passing anything to them, but the rising number of cases and death toll does make me wonder how safe we actually are.
I am finding that the more we stay in, the more fearful I am of going out. Is that just me being weird?
Apologies for the jumbled post, which I think reflects the way I’m feeling at the minute.
Hope everyone else is doing ok.
Jemma x
