Lockdown in our house attempting to “crisis school” and occupy 3 kids under 7 whilst also trying to work from home, has been nothing short of an animated daily calamity.
I think the following offers a pretty accurate summary of the state of play to date:
- Started eating my own body weight in chocolate
- Downloaded house party and felt old because I didn’t really understand it
- Lamented the state of my hands at least once a day
- Established a new (baggy)Lockdown wardrobe with semi-smart top options for work Teams calls
- Made passing comments to randoms when my family and I are out for own one walk a day that Boris LEGIT says we can have
- Realised the true extent to which teachers are seriously underpaid and under appreciated
- Got a judgemental alert on my phone to say my screen time is up to 9 hours + a day, (and I have nearly used my monthly data allowance in 3 days)
- Lost complete track of dates/days of the week
- Used this as an excuse to drink alcohol most nights
- Had a slight panic attack at the thought of running out of wine and chocolate
- Queued for longer to get into a supermarket than I ever have for a night club
- Ranted to someone about “people who just don’t get it”
- Thought to myself at least once a day “what the hell is going on?!”
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I can’t wait for the pubs to open MM so I can drink less lol
Haha exactly! I read an article the other day that said alcohol consumption is up by 46%?…. surely that is a mis-print and they actually meant 96%?!
Love this post!
Makes me feel normal! I wore a smart shirt and pyjama bottoms for my client meeting today and was hungover (Drinking at 11am and pouring Bacardi on my cornflakes is the new norm) ?
Personally I’m a fan of a wine chaser in the mornings, as Dolly Parton would say its the newly defined “pour myself a cup of ambition”
Tracie, you should of had a double espresso “Martini” to go with your cornflakes….. I’m sure that would’ve made a decent breakfast combo.
I guess there’s always time to have one instead tomorrow or Tuesday,Wednesday, Thursday or…. Hang on, what day is it again?
What-day
Which-day
This-day
Then-day
Some-day ….. (and repeat)
To be fair if it wasn’t for the cbeebies “days of the week” song I wouldn’t have a clue…..
I’ll be honest and say that when I’ve finished a Tesco nightshift, my lovely wife has a nice hot bath waiting for me (shallowish so I don’t fall asleep in it and drown). I strip off to my undies on the back door mat (she doesn’t want the clothes I’ve worked in to go further than the door mat – and then directly into the washing machine). Then I pour myself a treble, yes TREBLE, vodka & fresh orange juice with ice and take it into the bathroom with me.
At 07:20am!