I was just sorting out the baby's cot, my granddaughter was 4 months old when lockdown started. When her brother was born, I had him every week, sometimes twice, and we have a lovely relationship. I missed a lot of her babyhood, as for a long time I couldn't see her properly or cuddle her and her brother. The first time I could cuddle them and kiss them was amazing, and my grandson is not a cuddly child but he hung on to me so tightly it made me cry. He's desperate to see his cousins but he can't. His baby sister doesn't know any different to how life is for her, no playgroups, no going to grandma's shop, just endless trips to the park to count the fucking geese, (12 last week in case you're interested!). I was moving her pushchair, which due to circumstances she's never sat in, from a logistics point of view I use my daughter's pushchair but I want to use mine!
I look after them one day a week as my daughter is back at work, which is fab. But I don't want the baby to remember grandma constantly wearing a mask.
Don't really know why I'm moaning, I'm in a secure(ish) job, dh is working, we've got a house, garden, no financial issues, health wise ok but it's the unrelenting background shit that gets to me, the worry of what's gonna happen next, worries about elderly parents, worries about my kids, worries about my elderly neighbours that I look after. And I've put on weight. Life is shit and I can't see the end is in sight.