I think it’s safe to say that things have changed quite a bit since I wrote last month’s me and mine post.
It feels so strange thinking that it was only a month ago that we had a house full of girls celebrating Nerys’ birthday. Only a month ago we were complaining about not getting out to the beach as much as we’d have liked thanks to all the storms.
And now here we are, limited to walks close to home. Being asked to only leave our house for essential shopping and to not have any physical contact with anyone outside our household.
I don’t really have the words to describe it all yet.
Things feel incredibly surreal. I don’t think I’m fully processing what’s happening yet; not taking it all on board properly as a sort of defence mechanism.
What I do know is this.
Right now I am incredibly grateful for my family. For the man I chose to marry 12 years ago who is right by my side to reassure me when bits of reality sink in and my anxiety bubbles to the surface. And for my children who are coping amazingly with this weird new situation.
That’s not to say we’re not winding each other up or that we’re loving every single minute of being on top of one another all. day. long.
We’re absolutely muddling through here, working out how to juggle everything with all of us suddenly at home together. We’ve all cried, we’ve all shouted, we’re all feeling that tiredness that comes with trying to process something completely out of our normal experiences.
But through all of that, I am so grateful that they’re here with me.