I've got that flat feeling that I had through the spring/ early summer before the restrictions eased in July.
School has been better for the DCs, but parents have played no part in it, so that's a lot of build up gone. No party at a relative's care home. Couldn't get a babysitter for DH's party. Some usual meet-ups just never occurred due to life.
We're short on weekends with the way advent fell into November and we have a birthday this weekend so that cuts out a chunk of time to plan festive things.
I have mask issues, so that cuts any joy out of carol services, santa's grottos or going into town so I'm avoiding. I'm having a break from my youth group after trying and failing to go to their off-site event and leaving very early on in a state of distress.
There's that uncertain feeling incase the children are off for 10 days constraining my life and thwarting all plans.
I've got my trees and decorations up and my neighbourhood looks lovely having gone for an early light-up approach. All houses on our road are lit, and the green looks delightful. But otherwise it's all the wife-work chores left and little fun. Plus not having had Christmas since 2019, it's hard to remember what I need now. I can't call December 2020 Christmas, it was devoid of everything that is meaningful and special- other than the DCs having presents.
In good news we've got some family catch ups after Christmas Day, a big improvement on last year where it was just another tedious day of lockdown with added tinsel, but that's still feeling rather remote.