We have DD who‘s 11. We couldn’t have anymore children and we made our peace with it. I’ve always made a huge effort for her not to be bored or lonely. Lots of activities, always allowed to invite a friend. Obviously that’s all now stopped.
DH is a key worker, he’s out of the house for 10 hours a day, 5 days a week so it’s just me and her.
I’m not on social media but I’m still sent lots of texts and pictures of my friends adventures with their families. They all have more than one child and they’ve all got their partners or husbands at home. They’ve got the paddling pools out, family bike rides, bouncy castles, BBQ’s, nature trails. The list goes on.
No 11 year old wants to sit in a paddling pool with their mum. I try to do stuff with her but it all falls flat. I feel utterly utterly shit and we’ve got weeks more of this ahead. I’m desperate for some bad weather so that we can just watch films and box sets.
DH’s just got home and I’ve come straight upstairs to cry. I feel awful for feeling like this when others are ill or working long hours. If I could block out how much fun everyone else is having I’d be ok, I just can’t help comparing myself.