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A Week in the Life of Lockdown: The Highs and Lows


Hi everyone!

Sorry I haven't posted for so long!  This week, I took part in a writing exercise where the prompt for writing was "juxtaposition."  My mind immediately went to the highs and lows of lockdown, particularly in family life.  A few people were amused by what I wrote and said it resonated, so I thought I would share!  Do share it with others, if you enjoy it and let me know!

A Week in the Life of Lockdown: The Highs and Lows

Monday
Feeling optimistic about the week ahead. Gave myself a pep-talk. Ancestors faced worse. No more over dramatising. Big girl pants on. Home-schooling planned and resourced. Confident children will comply. Diet starts again today. Let’s do this!

Tuesday
I hate my life! How can anyone simultaneously be a Maths tutor, French vocab specialist, sibling-squabble negotiator, IT consultant and meal provider, whilst retaining any shred of sanity? Working from home is near-impossible. Taking refuge in wine and Dairy Milk.

Wednesday
Sleep is a great healer. Feel like I’m winning at life today. Children baked scones without World War Three. I did maths with youngest – without World War Three. Beautiful walk this evening. So grateful to live where we do – especially now.

Thursday
Husband has taken children out for a walk. I am refusing to go: can’t face seeing the same, boring scenery day after day after day. Feel like an extra in the film ‘Groundhog Day.’ Can’t move legs anyway. Joe Wicks P.E. was a big mistake.

Friday
Have forgiven Joe Wicks. Scales weighing favourably, despite wine and Dairy Milk. May persevere. A few squats never hurt anyone. Rewarded self with junk-food Friday. Children planned movie night. All snuggled happily. Lockdown is not so bad, really.

Saturday
Another tedious weekend to fill with nowhere to go. Dragged the family out for a walk but no-one feeling inspired. There’s only so many angles you can appreciate a pea-field from. Board games afternoon. Big mistake. Some family members not gracious losers. Rest of day under a thundercloud. Beam me up!

Sunday
Everyone more chilled today. Slept in. Relaxed standards on screen time considerably - peace for all. Online Church uplifting. Beautiful sunshine so barbecued in the garden. Ate three times as much as is humanly reasonable and sat in a contented stupor around the fire to finish. Diet starts again tomorrow. Feeling optimistic for the week ahead!

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