It’s been a long long while, since I wore anything with style. But school is back and snot and coughs come with that. So back to work means looking scruffy, with a nose that’s all stuffy, until the government gets it’s finger out to erase any doubt, that this thing on my chest is as you’ve guessed, not Covid.
So I set up my work station, to be at one with the nation. Dining table working, whilst the kids are still lurking isn’t the best way to go. It’s not how I planned but Dad is on hand, to deal with all the kids snack demands. Thankfully his taste and his smell have failed him well, the perks of potential Covid you see are that you don’t have to breath, when changing the Kid’s stinky nappy.
Dad takes it in stride, as I watch from the side, with a brain that is simply fried, from numerous attempts to log on. Wishing someone, would just clean up that mess, oh the stress, when the kids won’t get dressed and as for teeth, well that’s anyone’s guess.
The freezer is stocked with supplies, thanks to Grandma we’ve got plenty of bribes and the Girl is keeping dad in check. The first Born keeps out the way, in case we realise he’s not looking so grey and send him to school for the day. Whilst the Kid lures him in with a hug and a grin, Dad thinks he’s got this one down, but at the end of the day, it’s safe to say, he’ll be sporting Mum’s signature frown.
Oh what a day as we swish and we sway, with a pat on the back and the dishing out of more snacks, well done to you, don’t look so blue. We got there in the end and we’re all on the mend, we’ve really set ourselves a new trend. One where we win and never give in, just smile and take it all on the chin. Working from home as it goes, it’s not that bad at the mo, but it’s not ideal in any one day. But it’s life now as we know it, how it means to go on, a new normal they say, unprecedented in all ways.
