The struggle is real this week but as they say, tomorrow is another day!

THIS week has been a struggle, a real struggle. I’ve searched aimlessly for something to take my mind off the current situation and nothing has worked.

Netflix lost its appeal back in October, I can’t seem to find a book that will keep me focused for more than 10 minutes and if anyone mentions Joe Wicks to me, I swear I will clobber them.

The sheer scale of this whole nightmare scares the absolute life out of me and whilst I know there’s a vaccine being rolled out, I don’t feel the relief I thought I would feel. Not because I probably won’t have access to it for another few months (although to be honest that could be part of it) but because the numbers of transmission have far exceeded anything that I could have possibly imagined.

The kids play this game where every night when the new figures are released and their phones ping simultaneously, they fight to be the first to call out the latest numbers.

And whilst my heart starts banging in my chest as the numbers continue to rise, my kids just reel off the statistics as if they are just that... statistics.

That frightens me, that they have become so accustomed to this horrendous situation that they’ve accepted it. That it has now become part of their daily lives to get a news alert to say that hundreds more people have died or have been infected by this killer virus.

I don’t want that to be part of their daily lives or any child’s life. Their lives should be full of fun and laughter, of teenage angst and classroom gossip.

The biggest decision they should have to make right now is what they are wearing at the weekend and where they are going.

As it stands no one is going anywhere. It has become so difficult to differentiate between weekdays and weekends that the only way I can tell anymore is by wearing my ‘good pyjamas’ at the weekend and buying the posh bread of a Saturday for the brekkie!

I’ve even gone off the drink. Not gone off it as in become Tee Total, if that happens the end is in sight, but I have absolutely no interest in it right now. It doesn’t cheer me up, it doesn’t make me forget and it doesn’t make it all go away.

And in case you’re thinking there’s a touch of the ‘Poor Me’s’ going on here, there’s no harm in admitting that you’re finding it hard.

And sometimes it helps to say you’re struggling, to admit you’re having a tough time. Because you’ll find you’re not the only one.

So we’ll keep motoring for another week, we’ll keep checking in on each other because that is important and in the words of Scarlett O’ Hara – Tomorrow is another day!

THE ONLY WAY I CAN DIFFERENTIATE BETWEEN WEEKDAYS AND WEEKENDS IS BY WEARING MY ‘GOOD PYJAMAS’ AT THE WEEKEND