Day 95 was mostly spent outside in the glorious sunshine of a cold crisp winter/autumnal day.
We’ve been kindly given a hand me down trike which BB used for the first time today and loved it. After walking round the block 3 times she screamed when it was time to come off.
After lunch we managed to get out again and meet one of her lovely little friends for a swing date. Both girls loved it, it felt like their smiles were lighting up the whole park.
Then home and after nap time I took BB out on the trike again.
So all in all a lovely day outside with people. I’ve really enjoyed it, makes me feel so much calmer.
I think with my husband feeling so shitty, I’ve been feeling so incredibly anxious like I’m walking a tight rope. I’m trying to help him and I feel stuck inbetween giving him some space and giving him lots of cuddles. I’ve asked him how to help but he just shrugs and says he doesnt know. Then he’ll sneak up behind me and give me a squeeze.
My step daughters coming tomorrow and I think that’s also adding to the anxiety. From what I understand (and I’m trying to keep out of it), she actually hasn’t isolated that well and her mum has been taken her to her partners. Her partner is then looking after his 3 children who are also in bubbles at their school. And so the loop continues. I just hate the thought of the extra risk although I know it’s not my step daughters fault.
It doesnt matter how much precaution I take, I cant control who her mum mixes her with and the school bubble too. For a control freak (me about covid and BB) it creates so much anxiety in side its unreal.
I also never know what side of my step daughter am I going to get. Will it be the sweet, loving SD, who wants to bake with me and be silly or the grumpy 7 year old going on 13 with a ton of sass, eye rolls and attitude. That also gives me anxiety.
So close to 100 days.