Two moments stick in my mind on a personal level.
The first was when Boris announced that there would be a lockdown for the first time, back in March. We have a smart tv and very rarely watch live tv. So many people were watching that iplayer couldn’t cope and kept freezing and then just died.
I’d been reading on the mumsnet prepping boards for about six weeks prior to that about covid and had been putting bits aside and talking about it with my friends (covid in general) and family and been told by everyone (including my therapist!) that I was neurotic. I was over anxious, yes, but the building feeing of that sick anticipation was so overwhelming that I actually felt something akin to relief when we finally went into lockdown. It wasnt relief but I can’t think of the right word.
The second time was 4th jan this year. Our county in wales had emailed once before and once after Christmas to say schools were definitely opening. DS 4.5 was so excited to go back. We went on a long walk a little way up snowdon (we live locally) and were chatting about it when I got an email at about 3.30 to say that school was closed. I remember looking out at the view and back at DS and having a bit of a cry to myself because it felt so overwhelming, like we’d been through so much already and just when you think you can rely on something, it was ripped away again.