. I knew that it was inevitable, and I understood that it was for the best. However, I still couldn't believe that it was happening. In one day, my children were being separated from the routine that they knew, and their friends. I work from home, and had come to cherish the snatched conversations that took place between me and, relying on those brief moments of much needed adult human contact.
I walked behind my children on the way home that day, trying to hide my tears. I wondered how they would cope, if I was struggling to process the complex emotions I was feeling, and the relentless stream of anxious questions racing through my head with no immediate answers. COVID-19 has been turbulent for us all, and I feel that we have regressed. I had come from stay-at-home-mom, to building a business.
. My two children, aged 7 and 6, also regressed in many behaviors. Here's a day of our life during COVID-19:Our eldest comes in to wake us up. He will either do this by standing right next to me and staring at me like a serial killer, or gently stroking my leg so that I think that a spider is running across it. Today, it's the spider, and I bite back swear words whilst in deep sleep delirium. I hope that my husband will offer to take him downstairs so that I can go back to sleep.
Sometimes I'll go as far as to suggest doing something from before, when the local parks weren't taped off, and I didn't have the stress of shouting"stay back!" at the children every five seconds, on the off chance that they might accidentally come within six feet of a random stranger. It doesn't ever work out like I'd want.10:30 a.m.:
I'm struggling to find somewhere to visit, as everything has to be booked in advance. By the time I think of something"fun" from the Time Before, the only time slot left is 4 p.m., when it closes at 5 p.m.. I mourn the days of spontaneity, and curse my lack of prior organization and foresight. The kids eat all all of the food that I had planned to take on our outing, and ask for more snacks.We attempt the Scoot Of Doom, as I think of it.