Last night, my husband moved the PC to the lounge and I instantly regained my desire to write again. Now I’m finally here! I spent hours and hours tidying the house the past day with my little girl AJ home sick, but now it is my time to take that moment and put my stamp on the last minutes of Thursday.
What a day! Hubby was working almost non-stop in the study (which is actually E-man’s old bedroom, soon to become a shared space; I’ve had enough of kids awake till 9.30/10pm in bunks!). I told myself that the kids would be asleep soon and I could have a night to wind down after more than 8 hours on my feet. Instead, 3 year old AJ kept her big brother awake and then when she finally tried to fall asleep, her cough sounded almost croupy. I had to find a way to help her stay on the propped up pillows.
Hubby will be squeezing in about 4.5 hours sleep then doing a webinar 2am-9am to fit in with USA time. E-man told me his daddy could have gone to USA in person to do the training if it weren’t for COVID. I announced to hubby, “You’re not meeting Minnie Mouse before AJ does!” with a twinkle and defiance in my eyes! He’s not into Disney all that much – he’d rather photograph a mountain, but it would be awesome to take AJ and E-man there. Even just to get on a plane – they were to take their first plane ride just a short time after the state borders closed in Australia and I was going to be with my family for my birthday.
Since E-man couldn’t fall asleep with all the coughing tonight, I moved him into my side of the bed about 9.15pm, making him promise he wouldn’t kick his dad! It’s going to be like the children’s rhyme – “There were 10 in the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over…” – I’m going to attempt to fall asleep on the couch that is too small for me then creep into hubby’s side of the bed when he vacates it, attempting not to wake E-man.
As I have struggled being home for the past 3 days, I have been reminded of the COVID-19 restrictions and how our lives have been changed for the forseeable future. Waiting for my daughter’s COVID-19 test results has made me understand firsthand, the fear of not knowing what the next few weeks will hold. I have to try to find the silver lining in all of this, and I think I have. Staying home makes you face so many things. That weightloss never attempted, the garden never tended and the clutter piling high. The friendships barely nurtured, the projects never started and the kids growing up without many special memories of family time. However long the days, however inconvenient these times are, we are being stretched and irreversably altered for a reason.