Lost my husband eighteen months ago. Two kiddos, 7 and 4. They have both been so so good about all of 2020. And then at Halloween, the oldest hit his limit of what he could bear (apparently no trick or treating was the step too far) and we started having proper meltdowns.
He could not deal with not being with family for Christmas and as all of my siblings-in-law are in London I was worried my parents-in-law would be alone. So, we made plans. The rest of my family are bubbling without me and we'd see them outside at some point. I pulled the kids out of school as of today to quarantine them so we aren't spreading disease to a couple of eighty year olds. A week of home-schooling won't kill us. He's been thrilled by it all. I have been working so damn hard to bring this off safely.
And now it's looking like they might just cancel the whole thing because Boris always bends to popular opinion. And that even makes sense! But... I've been working so hard. I can't cancel this for him. I just can't.