Wow 500 posts, I can’t believe it. I never knew when I started a few years ago that I’d still find blogging cathartic. I know people read it, but it’s very much a blog for me. I dump my thoughts here, some of which I could never say out loud.
So what shall I talk about in my 500th post?
Sorry followers I know we’re all sick of it, but it has to be COVID. See getting dangerously I’ll, having a child and recovering from a C-section isn’t quite enough for me. I thought I’d catch covid too….
Bloody hell, what timing!! It’s all the in-laws fault! After 2 odd years of escaping this thing, I finally got a positive notification this morning. It’s spreading through the family and I became unwell over the weekend. Fingers crossed it doesn’t floor me. More importantly, fingers crossed it doesn’t hurt my little men.
I am worried about bubs, but what can you do? We’ve stocked up on Calpol.
So far I’ve experienced what feels like a bad head cold. I had a fever yesterday, but it’s gone today. Sore head, ears, throat and a cough. Some chills and muscle aches. Feeling a bit better today in comparison with yesterday. I hope that’s it.
Watch this space.
“My love you too Mammy”…………. On days like today, little man, just melts my heart. He’s Mammys boy through and through.
The sun is scorching, our paddling pool is out, and little man is full of laughter and joy. He had a little naked protest earlier. How does one explain to a 3 year old that no one wants to see his bear bum or willy???
The other day we went to a garden centre and as strangers approached, little man stomped one foot out in front of himself, flung his two arms in the direction of the strangers, palms out and declared, at the top of his vouce; “stand back!!!”
It was pretty hilarious but it got me thinking about the effects of COVID on our little people.
Lots of things from my childhood and beyond affected my emotional development. I do wonder will COVID’s rein of terror live beyond the life cycle of the virus, in the form of children afraid to be near, afraid to hug, afraid to love one another……….
I know it’s necessary right now, but when strangers cross the street or hide in alleys or whatever in an attempt to stay 2 metres from me, it makes me feel somehow defective, something to be feared.
Its not nice, and it’s certainly not a culture I want to in still in little people.