Struggles of a single mum living Groundhog Day lockdown
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During the first lockdown, the sun was shining, the children could play outside, parents could relax in the garden, and get a free tan.
Although we couldn’t see family and friends or go out, it was bearable.
The second was not so forgiving, dark nights that lasted longer than the cold, wet, windy winter days were less enjoyable.
It also meant that we were stuck within the same four walls all day, every day with no garden to escape to or nice daily sunshine stroll to look forward to.
Home schooling became more intense but the teachers took the pressure off us parents by ‘Zooming’ into our lives daily to teach our little darlings.
I think by week two of the daily battle to get my youngest to sit at the dining table and do her school work, a little darling was the last thing I called her!
This lockdown has certainly been tougher and, if like me, you are a single parent, I have struggled a lot more.
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I would wake every morning and the realisation of yet another Groundhog Day hit me like a sledgehammer in the stomach.
I'd wake the girls and know that I'd be received not by smiles and hugs but by moans and groans, and a refusal to get up.
I'd leave their rooms and go downstairs to put the kettle on, look out at the grey morning and wish that life could go back to how it used to be.
I wondered if other parents were having the same daily battle I was but then when I later looked at my Facebook page and saw all the pictures my friends had posted of their happy, smiling children with their certificates of hard work, I knew then I was obviously the only one.
Then I'd beat myself up about not making sure that I kept the girls in the school routines, and in bed at a decent hour so they wouldn’t be so tired and grumpy, or unwilling to work hard but when you are parenting alone I find I am guilty of taking the path of least resistance.
I'm not proud of that but being in a house 24/7 with two girls, one teenage with raging temper and hormones, the other younger missing her friends and not really understanding what’s going on in the world, I think I’m doing my best and open a bottle of wine to ease my pain!
Thankfully, we are now coming to the end of this lockdown.
Boris has set out his plans and the girls returned to school this week. Finally, some normality, I can see the light at the end, of what has been a very long tunnel...