How I found “me time” during
lockdown, because the house was so full/frenetic/loud.
visitors to justify indulging in baking (despite the fact that a household of two
parents and three kids is the same number of potential cake/biscuit/lemon tart
consumers as a childless person’s household AND their visitors).
The stress of supervising online-schooling.
Disappointment that I won’t get to see my adult kids
every few months because we live in different countries.
How hard it is to not see the grandchildren.
How different the isolation of lockdown
was to my normal life!
Note: All the above have
been said either to me, or around me in the last few months. I don’t discount the issues raised as
unimportant (well, except for the baking issue), and acknowledge they cause
stress. Stress that I don't have. Stress I might have been pleased to have. So maybe the complaints might have been best directed elsewhere?