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Today I realised nurseries are shutting until FK when, so I spent most of the day in a rather disconsolate heap. You have to count your blessings - we both have jobs we can do from home, no one we know has been ill from COVID, we live in a house with a garden that is big enough not to hear anyone if you don’t want, we have the skills to home school (the academic skills that’s all, perhaps not the patience!), we have a baby who lights up all of our lives every day with a smile that melts the grumpiest of grumpy strops.
But counting your blessings only gets you so far. It it hard not to get stuck in a pile of self pity when you think of what this year could have been like if it was ‘normal’. No one outside the four of us has had any relaxed quality time playing with B. And that’s rubbish as he is great. So I’ll allow myself to mope today, and go back to the bloody blessing counting tomorrow!