Are we actually getting accustomed to this??
I had read
somewhere that this Italian lady said that it takes until day 15 to "get
used to" being on lock-down. I have to say that she is sorta right. We
kinda found a little bit of a rhythm - not a great one since it depends
on the day, the moods of the kids, our moods, etc (hence, why I said
"sorta" and "kinda"). That's life with corona, I guess (nothing is normal).
So this week (week 3), I put up hammocks for the kids (6yo, 4yo, and 2yo) under our dining room table, which they all absolutely loved. The little one had to keep getting a bit of help to climb in, but by the end of the second day, she could do it independently. I have also been seeing a greater relationship blossom between the kids, especially between my oldest and youngest, and an improvement in the positive interactions between the 4yo and 2yo. It's a real joy to see and I don't think we would have gotten there as quickly without corona.
That
being said, we've definitely had our moments (read: days) when the kids
were constantly at each other's throats, crying over every little
thing, needing hugs all the time, and requiring alone time with a parent
to keep them apart. So, ya know, that's fun.
Also
this week, we treated ourselves to ordered food (we celebrated eight
years of engagement on April 2nd). Hubby enjoyed it because he
got to hear a stranger's voice and we both enjoyed it because we didn't
have to prepare it! And I've realized that the kids are a lot easier to
deal with when they're learning different and new things. This week and
next week's agenda: COOKING. I found a great video series that we all
love called Mind over Munch and we've already watched a bunch of them
(which is great because they get intrigued by cooking, constantly want
to help, and they learn about nutrition!).
I did find that I was much more tired this week. I'm not sure if it's because of my pregnancy, because we're kinda lazing around the apartment all day (ehem, all week), or maybe a combination of the two, but those naps are getting mandatory and longer.
We ended the week with a huge cleaning fest
for Passover. I sat on the couch and instructed each of them (I make a
great supervisor). Each child had their own job and they were treated
with some kinder bueno chocolates that had to be eaten prior to Passover
anyway.
Week 4 was a little ... rougher, I think. Over the course of week 3, hubby had a horrendous headache on his right side, and on Saturday, his face became paralyzed on his right side. He was worried about a stroke (I had previously worried about an aneurysm), but once I saw the paralysis, I had such a sense of relief. My mom had experienced the same thing, called Bell's Palsy (apparently triggered by either a virus or stress - take a wild guess which one it was). He went to urgent care after sundown, was diagnosed with it and given antivirals and steroids. It should start improving in about three weeks (and max out at six months). How fun to have additional medical issues during Coronacation.
We also had plans to go to Efrat for the holiday, but, clearly, that was out of the question. So instead, we prepared our very first seder. Munchkin went to bed pretty early, but not the boys. They asked some great questions which brought us a lot of nachas (pride). It's too bad we couldn't share it with the grandparents, but, if nothing else, it'll be unforgettable!
I finished week 4 with a
breakdown. A legit, losing my mind attitude that made my husband kick me
onto the balcony where I bawled my eyes out for a solid fifteen
minutes and barely held it together for the remainder of the day. I suppose it was bound to happen what with everything going on
(my depression/anxiety, 29 weeks of pregnancy, corona), but hubby said
that, from now on, I have to do something for myself on our balcony
(ALONE) daily. We'll see what I can manage. I have been listening to meditation music at night, but I need more. Much more.
