Hello everyone, thanks for bearing with me. NC4, so sorry you're poorly, i do hope you are getting better but please don't put yourself on danger if there is doubt.
I don't know where to begin describing the past couple of weeks. I have never been so stressed - i honestly couldn't do anything except sit in a darkened room without passing out. But i feel quite calm now - the domestic stress of how tf to manage london lockdown with 2 hyper,/heartbroken kids and a sick dh has taken over. It's quite intense here, there isn't really anywhere to go without breaching the 2m rule, and every other person is ill with suspected covid and self isolating. I don't yet know anyone very ill, which is something to be grateful for, but BIL in Oz is pretty unwell, though at home.
I couldn't keep up with all the emails, zoom whatsits and social media whirlwind so i have been focussing on scaling everything back. I keep having dreadful panics about London descending into dog eat dog hunger games and have been wondering about an escape plan, but at the moment things feel pretty calm, nicer than usual really as so much quieter and fresher. The dc have been utterly insane - hyper, screechy, violent, heartbroken, gabblingly intense, adorable, whingy, creative, resourceful. I feel like i have chosen the most stressful week of my entire life, while 3 out of 4 of us have flu and DM and MIL are geographically distant and needy, to embark on supernanny boot camp and turn them into quiet, uncomplaining and house-trained children before work begins again next week. And it's not going very well. But there are moments that are just so touching. I was in a flap yesterday because i needed a sympathy card for a colleague but we can't go to shops, and dd1 painted me one. I have put them in charge of hoovering, laundry and some cooking. Whatever could go wrong?