I think there is a lot of hyperbole on here, where everyone is either painted to be living in abject, irrational fear or uncaring Covid deniers. In reality, looking around my small world of friends, family and neighbours...I see a mix of people muddling through, trying to help each other out, care for each other and entertain each other in an unprecedented and uncertain time, with the ocassional outlier of people getting angry about the restrictions.
As for my family. To be honest we always have a hospital bag packed, not out of a sense of impending doom, but because ds has had many dashes to hospital, and it makes life a lot easier, if there is an overnight bag packed!
Ds has been shielding, so at the beginning we updated his hospital passport (on the advice of LD CAMHS) because this is a vital document if ds has to go to hospital, we made sure medicine instructions were up to date, we set lockdown rules in place.
Ds (10) and his sisters (13 and 14) and I stayed in, lucky to have a lovely garden, and for dh to be able to work throughout. The girls did work set for them, I wrangled some 'homeschool' from ds. I tried to make sure they kept in touch with friends. I organised an online Art Club and did some work for the preschool I normally work at.
We very occasionally went for a remote walk in the middle of nowhere. We organised shopping for my mum (also shielding) and I spoke to her on the phone 2 or 3 times a day, she kept busy and was happy, painting and knitting, but missing her grandchildren and friends in town.
We washed down our online shopping and dh showered and changed when he got home.
Apart from an awful few weeks in June, when my mum died suddenly, we have had a really strange but lovely, time feeling incredibly close as a family, and appreciating small things. Ds is the healthiest he's been for a couple of years, he's put on weight, grown taller and his anxiety is 1000% less.
As shielding eased we went a bit further afield for remote walks and picnics and tea by the sea. The girls saw a couple of friends, I had a friend over for coffee in the garden.
This is ok....the bit I'm finding hard is now. Grieving my mum felt like it was paused...I can feel it there in the background. I hate the 'New Normal' with things being nearly the same but not quite, like an Uncanny Valley life but with more masks and hand gel. I feel real anger when I watch the news, and have to be really careful not fall down a hole of impotent fury over how this government have handled and are handling things. I am very worried about the tightrope walk of ds and the dds going back to school...with Winter bugs, the uncertainty of whether the risk is too high, the potential upheaval and ds's medical vulnerability, which I'm supposed to pretend has gone away.
On here, I would probably be portrayed as neurotic and unreasonable, but like everything it's all a bit more nuanced than that.