I must admit that since being in Lockdown, which has been about 8 weeks so far (I think), things haven’t been too bad. I’ve been taking each day as it comes and with the whole homeschooling thing I’ve not pressured myself as much as I did in the beginning, and I’ve been doing what I can with the kids. But today was by far the hardest day at home.
I don’t really tend to take on board what others do in their households, but up to now I have read the odd article and spoken to a few other mums about; how organised they are, what a good routine their kids have been in with this whole quarantine situation, and what wonderful creative things they’re getting up to with their kids on the daily. Oh not to mention that their houses are spotless, whilst having the energy to have a date night on a Friday evening or self teach themselves Spanish on the weekend. So while I’m reading these things and having these conversations I’m wondering if I’m the only one who is having good days and bad days, and finding this whole thing quite overwhelming at times?
My reality is that I do have good days, but on days like today I was close to tears about what felt like a million times. I spent 3.5 hours cleaning my downstairs this morning. Hoovering, washing up, stacking the dishwasher, emptying the dishwasher, sorting through the mountains of laundry, making breakfast, trying to homeschool kids that have no interest in being homeschooled, constantly shouting at the pre teen to get out of bed to log on to the PC for remote learning…..and the list goes on! By midday it’s safe to say that in amongst the abyss of household jobs, being a mum, kids school work and having my own emails and shit to do….I felt so overwhelmed to the point of tears!
My saving grace was that my good friend messaged me at the right moment in time, and gave me the ear I needed to offload! Today and no other day throughout this situation have I even had the energy to keep up with shaving my legs or giving myself a facial, never mind a sexy date night! I’m chasing my tail trying to clean my house, with a hoard of 4 far from grown kids, milling about all day every day! As for learning a new language….right about now I’m happy to get a minute to myself at some ungodly hour before I crawl into my bed for the whole thing to repeat the next day.
Don’t get me wrong I’m grateful to everyone on the front line risking their lives for us. I’m thankful that I’m blessed to have a roof over my head and my family (touch wood) have all been ok so far! But this shit is hard for everyone! This situation isn’t normal and we are all feeling the impact in so many different ways. I guess what I’m trying to say from a mums perspective is that being a parent is hard on a normal day. If you’re feeling shit, pick up the phone and speak to a friend, hubby or someone who you can talk to. Don’t suffer in silence, even if it is a brief second that you’re feeling down. Have a little cry or a glass of wine lol, take a deep breath and don’t beat yourself up too much!! We can only do our best whatever our situation, and tomorrow’s another day!