One day at a time. That’s how I’m trying to take things at the moment.
Everything feels so uncertain and just when you’re getting used to things being one way they up and change again. So I can’t try and plan. I can’t think too far ahead to how things might be in a few weeks or months.
At the moment we’re in a local lockdown here in Swansea, and we don’t know how long it’ll be before those restrictions are lifted again.
In general the tighter restrictions don’t affect us too much as a family. We’re not allowed to leave Swansea, which is fine, we didn’t have any trips planned. We have to wear a mask if we go to any indoor public places, but that rule was already in place. The pubs are closing at 10pm, but it’s not like we were out painting the town red anyway.
The one thing that does impact us though, is the fact that we can’t be part of an extended household any more.
So we’re back to spending time with my in-laws outside for the time being, rather than being able to be in each other’s houses. At least we knew these restrictions were coming so the children were able to have a last sleepover at their house on Saturday, before they came into force on Sunday evening.
The children were also able to head back to swimming lessons this weekend, for the first time in months and months.
They had to arrive at the pool ‘beach ready’, and then wrap up in a dressing gown to head home rather than getting dry and dressed there.
I think it’s going to take me a few weeks to get in the swing of the new routine, with staggered start times and a set route in and out of the building. We weren’t able to stay and watch either, like we normally would, so had to wait out in the car while they had their lessons.
It’s a strange new set up to get used to, but the whole thing was really well managed, and both Rhys and Nerys seemed to really enjoy being back in the water.
I would say that it was a little taste of normality for them, but that doesn’t sit quite right with me. Because it wasn’t. It wasn’t a normal Sunday swimming lesson. It was like everything at the moment, almost normal.
And the children coped with it brilliantly, the same way they seem to have coped with all the changes and disruption this year has brought.
I think it is starting to take its toll though. We’re all tired. We all need each other that little bit more than usual.
We’re all questioning what the rest of the year will bring us. How many other things will be almost normal, but not quite right.
I don’t want to think too much about the answers to those questions.
So, for now, I’ll just keep taking things one day at a time.