Hey there. I’m just checking in.
So, we’re coming to the end of week 9 of lockdown, still with no real end in sight. I find weekends the hardest and I think it’s the ‘no end in sight’ part that gets to me. Weekdays are very much the same for us as we continue to work full time. Although it is nice not having to run around to football training, drumming class and cross country races. I know that we have seen an easing up on where we can travel to for exercise, but really we need to stay home and if we’re being honest it still feels like there is no end in sight.
Just like in my day job, I work best with a deadline. And just like the Avengers I am strongest when I can see an endgame. Something to aim for, something to look forward to. This constant limbo is difficult for us all, George is coping with it the best. He is my hero. Whereas Nanny and Grandad are the worst, so impatient and ignorant of how devastating this disease is. Like most of you I have good days, bad days, thankfully the bad days are fewer. I think focusing on our garden renovation has really helped me recently. Just like Coronavirus we are in week 9 of that too. Although the end is now in sight!
We have been working hard to create a space we can all enjoy outside. Having lived in our family home for 12 years, ignoring the garden as we preferred a holiday or to renovate a room indoors, this pandemic has forced us to rethink. In those first few weeks of lockdown we were forced to sit on our front door step when needing fresh air or to walk across the fields on our daily exercise. We realised we needed to work on our outdoor space. To create a little haven of our own. Where we can sit together, talk, eat and dream. And let’s not forget play football and garden games.
So, due to losing our holidays for 2020 and feeling guilty for not having a garden for George to play in, we thought it was the perfect time to put in some graft. And when I say graft I mean weeks of manual labour as we are determined to make this space together as a family. A little project if you will. It really is coming on and amazing to see when we look back at the photos. George is so excited. I am really look forward to having a space for us all to enjoy spending time in together. This time next week.
Anyway, I am digressing. Back to the point of my post. Here are my
Post lockdown weekend dreams …
I miss walking around to our friends and sharing a bottle of wine whilst the boys finish training. A little chat and the sound of laughter as the boys play together.
Weekend football matches
When I think of not being able to see George play for his teams a little sadness comes over me. He misses playing, we miss watching him play and then there is the sense of community. We all miss it.
A Sunday stroll around Trentham Gardens
Gosh how I miss the tranquility of the Italian Gardens. The sound of laughter as George rolls down the hills. The coffee or even the ice cream. Mother’s Day was the last time we visited, I remember the ice cream being really good.
Saturday night food and drinks with friends
I miss this the most. Cooking for our friends, drinking with our friends whilst listening to music, playing games and chatting. A lot of chatting.
Grabbing coffee with a friend
Actually it’s just the one friend. I miss her so much. We have a lot to catch up on. So much to say. I cannot wait for a cuddle. To sit together.
Simple pleasures but ones that feel like a distant memory and unlikely to return anytime soon. What are your post lockdown weekend dreams? Tell me what’s on your list?