Not that I'm counting...
The kids have been home for 7 weeks now, and we've finished the 4th week of school term. David continues to work from home, I think he's up to 8 weeks at home.
I find myself wishing there was a bit more isolation in this self-isolation thing.
But, I also count my blessings.
We have a big house. In theory we could go all day without seeing each other if the smallest one wasn't so desperate for social interaction.
We were already set up with two office spaces and 3 computers, and the internet connection is mostly reasonable, so having everyone work and study at home isn't that hard.
David's job seems fairly secure, and he earns enough to pay our mortgage and expenses.
I always keep a well-stocked pantry, so once I eventually found some yeast it has been pretty easy to eat well without going to the shops too often. But I still go, just to get out of the house.
We have a nice, secluded yard. I've enjoyed having time to do gardening in it. I even got some edible carrots!
We also have a landscaped creek/storm water drain out the back gate, which has given the kids a place to get away from their parents, explore and play without bothering anyone.
I'm feeling a fair amount of stress and anxiety. I think mostly that's because I'm trying to look after everyone else, absorb all the outbursts, motivate and console them... and there's only so much of other people's stress you can take on before you run out of cope.
(pause to send Mr8 back to bed after finding he has crept up behind me)
We're all suffering from a certain amount disruption to our normal sleep/wake times. Even Ms5 has drifted most of an hour later with her bed time, Mr8 is up until 11pm some nights despite our best efforts. I seem to have drifted to midnight and can't reset myself, so some mornings I'm hustling them to their schoolwork after 10am, having not had breakfast myself yet.
Today I accidentally slept until nearly midday. Took a nice long walk to the nearby sanctuary in an attempt to wake myself up. It was not entirely successful, physically easy but my brain still felt fried. Brought back memories of wheeling the kids around there in the pram when they were little. Quite a lot of other people also walking the trails, despite the rain.
In summary, we'd all really like for the kids to be back at school, even if it were only one day a week, but otherwise it's all reasonably good.
I find myself wishing there was a bit more isolation in this self-isolation thing.
But, I also count my blessings.
We have a big house. In theory we could go all day without seeing each other if the smallest one wasn't so desperate for social interaction.
We were already set up with two office spaces and 3 computers, and the internet connection is mostly reasonable, so having everyone work and study at home isn't that hard.
David's job seems fairly secure, and he earns enough to pay our mortgage and expenses.
I always keep a well-stocked pantry, so once I eventually found some yeast it has been pretty easy to eat well without going to the shops too often. But I still go, just to get out of the house.
We have a nice, secluded yard. I've enjoyed having time to do gardening in it. I even got some edible carrots!
We also have a landscaped creek/storm water drain out the back gate, which has given the kids a place to get away from their parents, explore and play without bothering anyone.
I'm feeling a fair amount of stress and anxiety. I think mostly that's because I'm trying to look after everyone else, absorb all the outbursts, motivate and console them... and there's only so much of other people's stress you can take on before you run out of cope.
(pause to send Mr8 back to bed after finding he has crept up behind me)
We're all suffering from a certain amount disruption to our normal sleep/wake times. Even Ms5 has drifted most of an hour later with her bed time, Mr8 is up until 11pm some nights despite our best efforts. I seem to have drifted to midnight and can't reset myself, so some mornings I'm hustling them to their schoolwork after 10am, having not had breakfast myself yet.
Today I accidentally slept until nearly midday. Took a nice long walk to the nearby sanctuary in an attempt to wake myself up. It was not entirely successful, physically easy but my brain still felt fried. Brought back memories of wheeling the kids around there in the pram when they were little. Quite a lot of other people also walking the trails, despite the rain.
In summary, we'd all really like for the kids to be back at school, even if it were only one day a week, but otherwise it's all reasonably good.