“You’ve got that lockdown feeling… oh that lockdown feeling
You’ve got that lockdown feeling and it’s gone, gone, gone
Freedom is gone.”
Ok so I am being cheeky changing the words to The Righteous Brothers. But that feeling of same, same, same, same, samehouse, was starting to seep it’s way back.
On a Monday, I would work from home. Maybe a quick shop to the bakery before picking up baby girl from school. then we were off! Straight to her swimming lesson, where she would get changed into her swim gear there, and have her lesson. Before the lesson she would sit with her swim buddy, and they adored each other, so I would be privy to all kinds of kid-crazy knock knock jokes before they ran amuck in their lesson.
During the lesson, I would email, message, write to-do lists, check social media. Then the other half I would chat to a parent there. She would get changed, then we would head home where she showered, I would start on dinner,.
Dinner was her and I. Hubbie was at basketball on Monday evenings.
And it would start all over again – the clean up, the get ready for school/work the next day. He would get home late, and we would spend what little family time we had before bedtime.
Pre-lockdown, I left the house. I was more social. I was busier.
Today… well I worked from home. Same.
Baby girl slept in ’til 11am. 11! She did like one homeschool task while I worked, and when I finished for the day…
We headed up to the balcony. We had our coffee/babycino break, in her words, to “enjoy the last day of Autumn.”
I defrosted outside.
Downstairs, still home. Washed two sinks worth of dishes as I helped her with more homework.
After that, I edited a story for a competition. She played on her ipad before getting called out by the neighbours’ kids, and then proceeded to yell over the fence with them until it got dark.
Hubbie didn’t have basketball. Things have been cancelled. Like the swimming. Like school.
I prepared dinner slowly.
After we ate, we worked out this maths symbol challenge together, and then as I cleaned up, listened to Hubbie and baby girl do a crossword together.
Sure, we can’t go out, or do the things we used to do.
But we’ve been able to relax a bit. Stay together more. Slow it down a lot.
I will take the bad, but I will also take the good. 💖💖
Life has been so busy lately. So busy, that we’ve forgotten a lot of who we are.
May has come around too fast. And another Monday, come and gone.
It was only last week when I went “damn. That came fast.”
Our ‘special’ day.
Not having the time to celebrate when you’re ‘meant to’ does not mean jack.
Take the commercial days, of Valentine’s Day, hell even throw in Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.
They’re all the same.
We’re told as a society that we have to do something, we must do something to celebrate it, show off for social media, friends and family…
It is lovely to celebrate, appreciate loved ones in our life, and I’m not saying that I don’t do it, personally…
But you should celebrate your special people, ALL THE DAYS of your life. Not just when the catalogues and ads tell you too.
Same as for other days.
Days like, an anniversary. 💖💖
Our anniversary fell on a Monday this year. Work, school, swimming, groceries, phone calls, emails, basketball game, routine routine routine… it was all too much. It was a fairly uneventful day, and that’s ok, because we share our love for each other on other days, in other ways, and it doesn’t really matter if it’s not on this EXACT day.
I’m not trying to convince myself, honest. 😂 In fact, we are going out tomorrow night, and going away for a couple of nights soon too.
Let there be love on all the days. Let there be hugs, kisses, displays of affection, cards and presents, snuggles and all kinds of lovey-dovey things, on all the days.
Not just when it is deemed special, by society, by milestone, or by date.
I had a really lovely night… sans Hubbie. He was out playing basketball.
Baby girl and I had dinner together, then we sat on the couch and she read school books to me.
Then we watched Masterchef, and we never watch Masterchef. 😂
Hubbie came home, and then eventually we sat on the couch as a family, to do one special thing together, something small to highlight our ‘special’ day…
We looked through our official photos. 😍
Baby girl and I put on the special photo gloves, and she helped me leaf through the pages, as we all reminisced, and she learnt and discovered.
And I couldn’t have thought of a better way to end the night.
After cleaning all day Saturday and then having our friends over that night, versus going to three different places NO LESS yesterday and being away from the house for 12 hours, it was so well-timed that we had another day to relax, chill and catch-up, on this public holiday day.
Some photos, that capture the quiet (and maybe some crazy):
A bike ride to the park
The swings… what else?
Baby girl deciding to catch tonight’s sunset (ain’t she got great aim? ;))
And then moi, deciding to catch tonight’s FULL MOON
You can’t control crazy-busy weekends, you gotta take them as they come, because as sure as they fly over so too do those long and quiet days settle in when the weather gets colder… but it sure is a blessing to have an extra day, somewhere, anywhere, to allow you to relax… just a bit.
Baby girl delivered me a beauty today, totally out of nowhere. I had just started driving off in the morning down our access lane, on our way to school drop-off, when she laughed out loud suddenly at something she just remembered and told me to look at her… then using her fingers to point to her eyes and then mine repeatedly, she said with such VIGOUR:
“Eyes on you girlfriend!”
I had to laugh out loud. I asked her where she got it from, and one of the teacher’s at her school uses it – I think to tell the students that she is watching them, for them to keep doing whatever task they are meant to be doing. She did it a few more times on the way in, and then I forgot about it for a while…
Until later that afternoon. Mondays she has swimming straight after school, so I gave her a snack in the car and off we went.
I was sitting on the benches with all the other after-school parents, watching baby girl finish a lap. She reached the end and looked up at me, with those pink-goggle eyes.
She held her thumb up towards me, our little sign language whenever she is in the pool.
I smiled at her and returned the thumbs up.
She then held her thumb and index finger together in a round O, and I read the words she said next, another one of her infamous sayings: “Spot on.”
I laughed and shook my head in wonder.
And then the clincher. She used her two fingers again to point to her eyes and to me repeatedly, and I was barely able to read the words, though I already knew them so well…
“Eyes on you girlfriend!”
I laughed out loud.
And guess how we signed off for bed tonight?
Baby girl: “Goodnight eyes on you girlfriend.”
Me: “Goodnight eyes on you girlfriend. I love you.”
We all know how hard Mondays can be. It signals the weekend no more, and paves the way for another week of work, routine, and… school.
Today was the first full day baby girl had at primary school, with her days last week being shorter with lunchtime finishes.
And not only was it a full, primary school day, her first one, AND a Monday… it set the tone for all Mondays, as she has swimming right after school ends.
Like, take-your-swim-stuff-from-school-to-the-lesson, that kind of right after.
I was braced for impact. Crankiness. A really good ‘off’ mood.
Whinging. Tiredness. Just a general sense of the afternoon not being too crash hot.
She was overjoyed when I picked her up.
She immediately reminded me about swimming.
She told me she hadn’t had a good day… she had had a great day!
And everything from there just flowed.
We were expecting the worse, really we were. But she kept going, had her snacks to keep her refuelled, and then kept on chatting ALL through the evening like she had had 10 cups of coffee or something.
I was especially charmed when she started talking about lying down and thinking happy thoughts.
What now? “Who told you that?” I was ALL FOR positivity, but they weren’t words out of my mouth she was repeating.
“At gym, in class today,” she sighed, as if it was the most obvious thing. “You need to close your eyes and think happy thoughts, so I thought of butterfly wings so I can fly around.”
I may be shooting myself in the foot by talking about our great first day… and yes I know, it is really early days. But while it’s going good… let’s be grateful, shall we?