Oh 2020, we all had such high hopes for you.
Week 3 into the lockdown life. My anxiety peaked around the end of week one and two and has since steadied as we all adjust to this strange, new reality. Some catchups before I throw myself into the rest of this post- we’ve dealt with molar teething for Ava (which was the worst two weeks. The worst) and starting this week Robin has moved his working from home set up to the spare room so that Ava and I have the run of the place downstairs. I don’t have to worry about her interrupting Zoom calls or wonder if Peppa Pig is on too loud. Week 3, so far, has felt the most like the old normal and it’s been a comfort.
Now that the dust has settled as we all just get on with staying home, I’ve been able to take stock of all the little things that have kept me busy.
Our local garden centre is still able to make sporadic deliveries so I’ve been able to do one project to keep me occupied and mildly obsessed with- and that’s gardening! Me! I’ve pulled weeds, churned soil (is that even the correct term?) and planted some lavender along one border and a variety of geraniums, wildflowers and a few other plants I forget the name of on the other. I even spread decorative bark along and around it all to make it nice and tidy. It’s been a little over a week and I’m still worried they’ll wither away under my definitely-not-green thumbs. The cats on the other hand, think I’ve made them a really fancy and pretty toilet.
I’ve jet washed the patio (which is the most satisfying transformation ever) and swept everything. Everywhere. Robin finally got round to hemming the curtains in our bedroom that have been pinned up with clips for a year. I jet wash, he hems. Destroying gender norms left right and centre over here.
In the name of self care, I’ve taken a spot in the garden to sunbathe with my headphones on during nap times on sunny days. I signed up to Disney Plus, I rented Frozen 2 on Amazon Prime, I make up silly playlists on Spotify. Every day I get dressed normally so I don’t feel like a slug all the time. I’ve baked the banana bread (twice), whipped up those fluffy Dalgona coffees, made brownies (once) and have hinched the carpets with a window scraper to make nice round tumbleweeds of dust.
Ava is loving having her Daddy around all day, everyday. She screams in delight when he takes a break from his computer and then my heart explodes at her joyful laughter. On the other hand, even my little two year old can sense something is not quite right. She often asks me “Outside?” as in, let’s go out. Let’s go somewhere. And I have to tell her “Let’s go play outside in the garden, let’s go blow bubbles” (so many bubbles over here. So many)
With the playground off limits, I’ve tried to make sure she’s entertained at home. I managed to get a sand and water table for her this week. Between bubble blowing, her slide, her cardboard playhouse and her trusty tricycle, we’ve been doing okay. For her 2nd birthday coming I had always planned to get her a play kitchen but now I’m wondering if I should look into mud kitchens instead? I have long days ahead to decide.
The lockdown life, as scary and worrying as it can be, has given me so much valuable family time. So that’s my focus, to not let the unknown overwhelm me, to just be thankful that we get to be together, safe and sound in our home.1