I’ve been struggling with the words for this simultaneously surreal, scary and uncertain interval in life.
I’m doing my best to mute the scaremongering, the worry and the fear, and am making the most of extra family time, PJs til noon, PE with Joe and the growing sense of togetherness and compassion amongst neighbours and local communities. The glorious sunshine contradicts everything that’s going on and I’m grateful to see spring doing its thing regardless. Thank you spring.
Life was already pretty full-on before Covid19 crashed into our lives like an uninvited heckler wreaking chaos at a wedding, ‘does anyone here present know of any reason why life cannot continue as normal?’. We were running at full speed and the emergency stop’s caused us all to jiggle about a bit and start to find our new way.
And here we now are. Home. Together. At least we’re able to count ourselves amongst the lucky ones. We have a lovely home, a garden and, thank the technological gods for Skype and WhatsApp video calls for sanity saving catch-ups with family and friends. Nobody within my little family of three is a key worker or on the front line in the health services fighting the virus. All we have to do is #stayhome (and survive homeschooling…). We’re only at the start of this global lockdown challenge and I’m already missing friends and loved ones enormously, but it’s not a lot to ask really is it?
Whilst we’re home I’m keeping a photo journal, a Lockdown Diary, so that in years to come we can look back on life during the surreal spring of 2020 and see what we did to get us through the days and weeks alone, together. I’ll be honest, it’s also a tool to help keep me sane. A little sense of normality and routine whilst work, school and everything else has stopped somewhat abruptly.
I’m forever saying how we all need to take more photos of regular, mundane family life. We’re being gifted three weeks of enforced home time (probably more if we’re facing up to it). There’s no better opportunity to grab pictures of your loved ones than now.
Scroll down for Day 1, Sunday 22 March. Technically we weren’t in formal lockdown until Tuesday 24th after Boris announced it on the Monday evening, but the school’s had shut on Friday 20th and it was clear where we were headed.
I’ll be updating and adding to this blog as the days roll into weeks, and if and when the weeks roll into months, it’ll just mean more and more pictures of how we muddled along together. And of our increasingly dodgy haircuts.
Who else is keeping a photo journal?
Stay safe and well. #stayhome x
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// Day 66 //
Holiday at home.
// Day 65 //
Zooming and self portraits.
// Day 60 //
// Day 56 //
Hot chocolate, marshmallows, tending the plants and making Leo The Bin.
// Day 55 //
Rope swing fun.
// Day 49 //
Choppy choppy. Bake along Banana Bread with the lovely Sarah, aka The Woman Next Door. Football and shoulder carries.
// Day 45 //
Rolling, rolling, rolling.
// Day 44 //
Rope swings and pottery collection from Amanda at Cre-art-ivity.
// Day 43 //
Sowing seeds of hope from Auntie Kat. x.
// Day 40 //
1st May 20. Filling the good behaviour marble jar. Counterproductive messy soap craft.
// Day 39 //
Water fun. Batgirl.
// Day 38 //
// Day 37 //
An indoor day. The Grumps. PE with Joe. Flapjack.
// Day 36 //
// Day Unknown //
// Day Thirtysomethingorother //
We made the bed.
// Day 31 //
// Day 29 //
I missed a few days. Today was our version of hotch-potch homeschool, learning in the garden den (deckchairs and a bedsheet), learning snuggled on the bed, and learning sat at the little desk that O’s set up to make her own mini classroom. And Swingball with Daddy – where learning to duck and wallop were the best lessons of the day.
// Day 25 //
// Day 24 < I think > //
// Day 23 //
I’ll be honest, this lockdown diary is a blessing and a curse. It’s a visual reminder of the same four walls and I’ve been flagging a little. Grateful today for a little outdoor fun.
// Day 20 //
Easter. Egg hunting. Karaoke.
// Day 19 //
Easter crafting, window cleaning, ladder climbing, Easter nests and bowl licking.
// Day 18 //
Exploring. Nails al fresco a la Daddy.
// Day 17 //
// Day 16 //
Football, Keds and kicking.
// Day 13 //
Lego. Sunday roast and apple crumble, Blue skies. Gymnastics with Daddy in the garden.
// Day 12 //
Basketball. Swing ball. Trampoline > crack the egg. Gardening. Cabin fever >> pants on head.
// Day 11 //
Fancy dress PE with Joe. Teaching the babies. Basketball.
// Day 10 //
PE with Joe. Cross Fit with cousins. Rainbow painting. Glitter. Times must be bad > I don’t do glitter.
// Day 7,8,9 //
Weekend Lego with Daddy (not sure who was most thrilled, Olivia or Daddy, that Daddy’s 30 year old retro Technic Lego still works). Nature exploring in the great outdoors (aka, the garden). Homeschool fun (‘homeschool’ is somewhat of a generous term for our mini lessons in the conservatory, but Olivia’s calling me Miss and I’m threatening to move her peg down, so there are some definite similarities…). Zoom meetings with school friends and twirly straws.
// Day 6 //
PE with Joe. Standard. Homeschool. Gardening and trampoline. Shadows.
// Day 5 //
Lego. PE with Joe. Homeschool. Trampoline. Static hair. Picnics with the babies (aka dolls). Catching up with school friends and hopeless selfies.
// Day 4 //
Blue skies and blossom. Scooting past. Basketball practice.
// Day 3 //
PE with Joe. Teaching the dolls (they were naughty…).
// Day 2 //
Roses for remembrance. Trampoline. Cartwheels. Trampoline. Pottery painting. Basketball net building.
// Day 1 //
Sunday. 22 March 20. Lego, Trampoline. Trampoline. Trampoline.