Oh goodness me this week was week 9! 63 days of isolation, home, schooling, juggling, not going out other than to exercise, going out TO exercise – walk or ride our bikes, loving the garden and generally being slower. I don’t hate it. I don’t. In fact I hate the idea of it stopping too soon because I am fearful of another spike, a fact I know I might find easier to feel because we ARE having a good time together. I guess if you’re lonesome and finding this moment tricky then it would be much, much easier to be haopy about going back to normal. My fear is that it isn’t going to be normal and actuakly it will result in more cases. I just hope I’m wrong.
This last week was a push to get to the end of much like any week before a school holiday with the promise of rest just around the corner. We are now half way through the summer term and the rest next week will give from school. Work os needed by us all, the children and us teaching (winging it)!
We have done more of the same in the last week but unlike the week before which was blanketed in grey clouds and cooler temperatures at times this one has been glorious and sunny and felt like we were on holiday. We bought a 10ft pool for the garden to make it feel more like the Med (if you squint a bit and use your imagination it really does work)! And we just want to do more of the same, not that we could do anything else as I don’t want to go anywhere where there are masses of people, next week for the half term break!
Ooh get in, a week of not bothering. I’ll still do my Joe Wicks though – might let the kiddos off!