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I’m struggling with all the juggle now. So I could have punched the air and sung hallelujah out of the car window as I heard the news on the radio about the full time return to school next week. The drive to take Miss Eight to school is 30 mins each way, but I don’t mind, it’s the only peace and radio time I get. I’ve avoided listening to the radio and news when the kids are around to limit them hearing endless adult anxiety about the corona virus and its consequences. It works by the way. We answer all their questions truthfully but don’t indulge in panic.
I worry enough on my own about how to do life competently and sometimes, frankly, feel a level of despondency at how quickly we’ve gone from being okay to uh-oh. I quit a steady arts job last year because it impinged on my family time to the extent I was working most evenings and weekends and my children complained that they didn’t see me anymore. It took me 9 months to find a suitable casual job that enabled me to also be present for my kids. We have no family support to lean on. And in no time at all , that casual job as a holiday let booking assistant had me counselling guests and would-be visitors to the Blue Mountains on the fires surrounding us, while keeping our own kids informed enough not to panic about the fires, but ready enough to leave at a moment’s notice. Months and months of that, followed by local floods and damage to the train service when a landslide skittled the line at Leura. Some businesses were barely clinging on.
And then, COVID-19.
There have been better years than this one.
I worry enough on my own about how to do life competently and sometimes, frankly, feel a level of despondency at how quickly we’ve gone from being okay to uh-oh. I quit a steady arts job last year because it impinged on my family time to the extent I was working most evenings and weekends and my children complained that they didn’t see me anymore. It took me 9 months to find a suitable casual job that enabled me to also be present for my kids. We have no family support to lean on. And in no time at all , that casual job as a holiday let booking assistant had me counselling guests and would-be visitors to the Blue Mountains on the fires surrounding us, while keeping our own kids informed enough not to panic about the fires, but ready enough to leave at a moment’s notice. Months and months of that, followed by local floods and damage to the train service when a landslide skittled the line at Leura. Some businesses were barely clinging on.
And then, COVID-19.
There have been better years than this one.