I've written plenty of home schooling nightmares or small people going a little stir crazy cooped up posts. I could also write plenty more. This third lockdown is harder than the first and significantly different to the second, when schools stayed open. But what have we done to try and differentiate the weekends from weekdays… Continue reading Lockdown adventures in the kitchen
Someone has posted an image on facebook about learning to dance in the rain. Don't get me wrong, I see their point, but right now, life isn't raining, it's more like looking at an on-coming tsunami wave. The thing is, I don't think that it's just me. A friend commented the other day "you're taking… Continue reading Week X-46: Drowning in the tsunami
There's a line in one of the Psalms we've read recently, how much longer?, and I think many are asking that at the moment. How much longer can we cope with home schooling? How much longer will it be before we can see another person face to face, properly? How much longer can we actually… Continue reading Week X-45: How much longer?
I'm not altogether sure what week we're up to, as Week X-(Y+Z): I have no idea any more attests to, but I think it's 42. I think it's going to get past 52 without any difficulty at all. We still have no eligibility to form a support bubble, and our childcare bubble (now they've removed the… Continue reading Week X-42: Possibly…
This post is from this time last year: Concrete walls and the house of plague That intensity of day is nothing new to any stay at home parent, especially one with multiple children. A year on and the intensity is different in cause but still very much there. This post is slightly older (though not alot...):… Continue reading I am done now.
Being a stay at home mum to a two year old is pretty isolating right now, in a way that makes the summer holidays with under fives look easy (which it is not). Most playgroups are not running, and virtual playgroups are a complete waste of time to be honest. My two year old will… Continue reading Potty training in a one way system
Whatever brand of normal this currently is, we're mostly back into the swing of the primary germ factory. The complaining about walking when barely anyone else does, the despair in the level of reading book sent home and the identification of lunch from the colour of the polo shirt (it starts off the day white...).… Continue reading Week X-(Y+Z): I have no idea any more