It's been 35 days since we went into lockdown and I've started eating two breakfasts, brunch, two lunches, an afternoon snack, dinner, second dinner, dessert and a night-time snack.
The kids fight constantly, so they're now allowed to play video games all day. And don't even get me started on how to do year six maths.
The dog now looks at us in fear when he sees us get out his lead. I think we've broken him.
Anyway, I'm off to buy some more wine because it's Friday. Or maybe it's Tuesday. Who knows? I'm sure it's wine o'clock somewhere.
Signed by me
That's one of my typical isolation diary entries, it's very similar for each day, give or take the maths. I started writing it because I realised that we are living through a pretty significant part of history and I hadn't documented any of it.
I think it's important for myself, my kids and my potential future grandchildren because one day they might come to me asking what happened in 2020 and I don't want to forget. I want to give them a personal account of how their parents played on their iPads for days on end.
It's been fun recording bits and pieces about what life is like in lockdown. Sometimes what I write is funny, sometimes it's serious and sometimes I don't bother writing at all. I don't put too much pressure on myself to do it because working with three kids being home schooled, while in isolation, doesn't leave a huge amount of time (even though we're not going anywhere). But I want to be able to look back at what we were all feeling and how we coped during this strange time.
Keeping a journal of the coronavirus pandemic is an important way to record history and will give my children something to share with their children one day. And that day will definitely come.
You know, when the teacher asks their students to talk to their grandparents about the olden days? One day that will be us, except it will be about the 2020 pandemic. We will be expected to share our historical accounts and if I write something now, while living through it, it will help make that time down the track a whole lot easier.
It also gives me something to do when I need to clear my head and keep my anxiety at bay. It's sort of like therapy. Spending time pouring my thoughts into my diary has also helped get me through some serious moments of wanting to divorce my husband for chewing his food too loudly.
Although writing a diary mightn't be your thing, don't let it stop you from keeping a record of these unprecedented times (also, for the record, I will never use the word unprecedented ever again once this is all over).
There's a heap of other ways you can document this time, while safe at home. You could:
- take photos
- get your kids to make videos
- make a time capsule (including a roll of loo paper)
- record voice memos on your phone
- send emails to yourself and save them in a pandemic folder
- draw daily cartoons or paint artwork
- write a song
- or encourage your kids to write their own journals.
Any way we decide to get through this and record what happened for future generations will be special. We really are living through a historical moment in time and no matter how stressful and scary it is, one day we will all look back and realise how strong we all were.