So, week two started with gusto, but ended with a large gin. Here are my highs and lows:
By far the pinnacle - my son (denied all competitive sport) has set himself new challenges in the garden - including whipping the football into our blue bin.
MASSIVE thank you to the refuse collectors for emptying it just hours before.
Other memorable moments include:
Secretly stuffing myself with chocolate while insisting the kids have fruit for snacks - and being caught in the act. My son: “I know you’re eating giant buttons, mum.”
Realising your children are smarter than you and they’re only eight and six. My daughter: “I don’t have time to teach you phonics, mum.”
Sticking with Joe Wicks all week - grateful for the structure it provides. It feels more like half an hour of ‘shout outs’ than a workout. I feign enthusiasm and begin to think even the kids are (like me) more interested in his home decor then the exercises. Although we all enjoyed seeing a cameo appearance from Spiderman on Friday.
Celebrating my husband’s birthday with a barbeque in the rain and a homemade birthday cake baked by me and the kids, but directed by my mum from her sofa - 60 miles away.
My daily escape with the baby and my fellow walkers’ smiles as we move the requisite two metres apart.
How social distancing has, conversely, led me to catching up more with old (and by that I mean long time) friends.
And on those calls, everyone musing that this extraordinary time could be a wake-up call to everyone to what’s really important.
We are now formally on Easter holidays. Maybe I’ll even try the blue bin challenge myself.
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