Close but no cigar xxx

We had jumped the last hurdle and made it to the finishing straight, but stumbled and fell just before the finishing line.

Damn you Covid! She says shaking her fist to the heavens!

It was Wednesday, day 9 of our 10 day isolation! Day NINE! How unfair is that?

Lee was feeling dicey and not looking his best. In fact he’d gone a very strange colour, sort of zombiesque and was a puddle of sweat, sexy!

He’d had his second vaccination on the Sunday so we thought this was residue from that, but Lee being the solid, steady man I love went to a drive through PCR testing site to be sure and to keep our family safe because that is what he does best.

The result came back Thursday and you guessed it, POSITIVE! So that pesky virus had been bubbling away in his system, incubating for all that time. Turns out the isolation period isn’t a gimmick folks.

We’ve cordoned off an area of our home for the sick which includes the X-Box for when he’s well enough to play again. I’m regularly throwing in trays of food and drinks and considering investing in a family pack of hazmat suits.

I’m taking a Covid test every morning, it’s become second nature, nice little gagging session before breakfast. I’m surprised every time I get a negative especially this morning. We all feel poorly, sore throats, severe fatigue, aching bones and so many sneezes and bogies! So I think our immune systems are putting up one hell of a fight with the aid of lashings of vitamin C and rest.

I fell asleep on the sofa during the day the other day, that NEVER happens, being one of those with severe FOMO (fear of missing out). I woke up to Ollie cupping my face and saying “who’s a little cutie?”

I tried to check invisible symptoms with Harry and asked if he was feeling hot, he started touching himself all over and said hot and cold, I didn’t have the energy to explain. Especially not when they are being such divas. This is actually yesterday’s breakfast conversation.

Me “ what would you like for breakfast?”

Harry “surprise us”

I did them a picky plate filled with yummy things and served it to them.

Ollie “ oh no!!” Actually covering his face with his hands and throwing himself on to the sofa. “I don’t like this! Try again!”

I remember the one time I’ve actually had flu when the boys were very young. Lee got home from work and found us in the bathroom. The boys were laughing their heads off in the bath and I had my head resting on the toilet and had covered myself with towels. Near to tears I turned to him and said that they wouldn’t stop splashing me. Unfortunately we’re on our own in the childcare department so we suck it up and get on with it, but we’ve managed to get this far and are doing okay.

Luckily my work are amazing and my manager called the other day to let me have a good old rant and lend a very supportive shoulder. She put my mind at rest and reassured me that I wasn’t letting them down which was one worry off my plate. I will knock her socks off when I’m back in and a batch of thank you Tiffin is definitely in order.

I’m sure we will all feel better soon, the sun will keep on shining, the hot tub will keep on bubbling and we’ll be able to enjoy our last few days in isolation together as a family.

Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds. You can grow flowers or you can grow weeds xxx