Life
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Feelings, thoughts, life with COVID – 19
Does anyone else feel like they are sinking?
Feelings of drowning in a pool or in a muddy pit and can’t get out, maybe falling and not quite sure where you might land.
Thoughts and feelings
This is me. We are now in July, my Corona Virus woes started in March. For me this has been an uphill experience. While others are sharing happy photos on Facebook and meeting with friends and family, we are shielding.
After getting frustrated with the new work IT system, resulting in me melting in a sea of tears and anger. I’m aware that my mood and attitude has reached a new low. I need to break the cycle. I need to re-focus and recognise the positives here.
Positives
1. We are still alive.
2. As my husband pointed out this evening, we are still all friends. No major arguments.
3. My nine-year-old is working hard with home school and his teachers are pleased with what he has achieved.
4. We have priority delivery for shopping so I don’t need to go to the supermarket. A task I hate.
5. I haven’t put diesel in the car since about March, hence saving money.
6. I’m rolling out of bed, having breakfast and then straight to work in my pyjamas. Why bother getting dressed? I’m not going anywhere.
7. I’ve learnt loads helping to teach my son.Negatives
Some of these are unexpected. I loved this to start with, but now four months in it is getting harder.
1. I can’t see family or friends. Yes, there are bubbles but the risks if I catch it are high.
2. My seven-year-old is struggling to focus on home-school. Despite me being a keyworker, she can’t return to school due to shielding.
3. Due to my seven year old refusing to work, it is impacting my nine year old. Why should he work when his sister isn’t? We are now entering a new battle every day.
4. For now, I’m glad that I work part time. Working and managing home school is not an easy task.Inner turmoil
5. I’m at a point where I keep crying. No, I don’t want counselling and no I’m not going mad. Reading Facebook doesn’t help me and the news makes me more stressed.
6. News today, if shielding in the UK, is unpaused then the children are back to home school. As much as I’ve loved teaching my nine-year-old, he is in year five in September. Surely, he needs his teacher, not his mum working her hardest to balance everything and maybe not managing as well as she should. Then I wonder if my husband is shielded again how supportive will my work be. The thought of moving into a hotel fills me with dread, especially as I know my family would not cope without me.Holidays
7. I’m dreading the school holidays. Weeks more of computer games. I have considered pretending that school goes on for longer. Surely, more maths and writing won’t hurt them. More excuses to push reading. I need other ideas of what they can do whilst I’m working, or while I’m on holiday what we can do that doesn’t involve seeing other people.
Other people
Reading others experiences at this time, I know I’m not the only who feels like this. Problem is though, few seem to understand. The inner panic when I need to drive somewhere. The sick feeling when I have to see someone other than the family I live with. I had to see a work colleague face to face this morning. She was wearing a mask but I still felt nervous.
I know this time will pass, but for now I can’t concentrate and the stress hurts. My writing is being affected and I just want to cry and scream. I’m aware that we are actually lucky, others have things far worse than us. It is important to keep a sense of perspective.
I’m sure that the reason I feel like this is that I just want my freedom back. I want to race to the shops and not worry about harming my husband. I want the normality of the school run and to see the teachers. To see my patients without the discussion about the terrible situation we are in right now and to see my friends and for the children to see theirs.
This can’t go on forever and the number of deaths in the UK is coming down. I need to keep positive and not break down over the new work technology.
However, is anyone else, feeling forgotten?
I have very few people genuinely checking on me. Though admittedly I’m so tied up in my own worries that I rarely check on others. Maybe I need to start going through my contacts and check everyone. Thing is though, where is the time? This is probably why no one is checking on me, they haven’t got time either.
Life right now is going at a new pace and yes I’m blaming the virus.
For more see, A need to be liberated, a cry for freedom
My other blog, Life in the time of a pandemic and writing
The turtles above were drawn by my nine-year-old son.
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A time for accepting change
Change
31st January 2020, a day for change. As the country prepares to leave the European Union, we are going through our own time of change.
School
After driving two children to different schools since September 2019, I finally had the phone-call yesterday that I’ve been waiting months for.
Today was my eight year old’s last day at school. I cried when his new one phoned me yesterday. He’s not happy but I’m relieved. Their new school is walking distance from our home and has many positives over the other.
Watching his emotions as he is struggling with leaving the school he knows and his friends, I’m reminded of how much I hate change. I have managed to ease some of his change stress with hopes that he will keep in touch with his friends. He ate his dinner tonight whilst talking to one friend on Roblox. I couldn’t stop him because it was the first time he smiled since leaving school.
Despite being just eight, he has had a girlfriend for about two years. She gave him some toys and wrote him some letters. She will miss him, a heart broken eight year old.
Change is hard at any age. My son, his girlfriend and friends will talk across social media and meet now and then. Very different though to seeing each other at school every day. The phrase you will make new friends doesn’t help.
Is change a good thing?
Change is difficult for everyone but some people deal with it better than others. Some people welcome it. There are some who will be celebrating leaving the European Union tonight. I’m still not really sure what I think. I fear the unknown, I like to stick with what I know. I’m not sure who to trust or what to believe, but it’s happening tonight and that’s it.
I am learning a new computer system at work. It needed improvement, but some of the changes I’m not keen on. I will have to accept it but I have a number of fears. I feel my work life is about to get harder.
It could be the case that I have no need to worry. The computer system might make things easier. Brexit might be good for the country. My son might go to school on Monday and really enjoy himself.
Are there positives to change?
Sometimes once new systems are learnt or people adjust to them than life gets better. I will need to rethink how I do things at work to use my time more efficiently.
Some change we choose. Starting a family is a huge change, one that we entered into happily but it has not been easy.
My son changing schools is good, but right now, for him he is struggling.
So how do you deal with change
- Try and understand the reason for it.
- Not to panic, which I am good at.
- To take it one step at a time, if you can.
So, tomorrow is February 1st, just another day. Will my life be any different? Not straight away.
Monday will come and my son will start his new school. Any anxieties he has today will hopefully diminish. Over the weekend he will talk to his friends on Roblox and he will be alright.
The new computer system is happening. I have to learn it., understand and accept it and try think positive thoughts.
How do you deal with change? Do you like change? It’s something I keep having to accept, but it never gets easier.
For more see What is an old item?
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When is something an old item? # Sunday Stills
What is old?
Does something have to be over so many years to be considered an old item? Maybe it depends on what the old item is. My car is old, but she was first registered in July 2010, so is she really old?
The following things are not old, old, but they are old to me.

Paddington Bear
Paddington was purchased somewhere around 1997. I was with my ex when I impulse bought Paddington and Dylan the rabbit from ‘The Magic Roundabout’. We wore them on the zips of our leather jackets. Paddington now looks after house keys., I’m sure he is relieved to no longer be worn daily on a coat.

My first car – Ford Fiesta
This was my first car on holiday in Somerset in 2001. It was a G registration which means first registered in 1989. It was an automatic which was later written off by my ex, but that is another story.

My dinner set
This dinner set was purchased somewhere around 1997. I saw them in Fenwicks and I had to have them. I phoned my ex who was in the pub at the time and asked him to carry them home for me. He was not happy. but as you can see they are still here today. Some of them have cracks and chips and others are in perfect condition.
We were in a charity shop about two weeks ago and my son saw these plates. They were £8.00 for six plates. I was tempted out of sentimentality to buy them, but yes I resisted. We don’t need more old plates.

My Grandmothers pie dish
The Pumpkin pie here is not an old item, this is October 2019. However, the dish was my Grandmothers. So, I am not sure how old it is, but its possibly just as old or maybe older then the things above. I think of my Grandma every time I bake with her dish.
These items are all old to me. I’m sure if I explored more around my house I would find older. My house was built in the 1970’s, is that old? for a house I think that is young.
So, what is old?
I am possibly middle aged if I am lucky enough to live to eighty six. Does that make me old? There are days where I certainly feel old. A friend posted on Facebook this evening about her sons twenty first birthday. I remember the day she announced she was pregnant with him. That made me feel old.
I have met amazing people in my work day in their nineties. I had a little lady a few days ago telling me she is not old. She was ninety and painting a peacock. If I get to ninety I hope I am well enough to paint.
So what is old to you? Does it have to be antique? or just a little worn?
Written for Hugh’s Views and News – # Sunday Stills
For more see my latest poem. My ex mentioned above is my friend in heaven









