Blog day 28 – made it!
Dear fellow captives,
Sod it. We made it to 28 days and we deserve a celebration. We were set 28 days to survive in captivity and we aced it. In fact we smashed it out of the park. Jacinda may have moved the goalposts but we still completed what we set out to do and that’s pretty good.
So, I am going to start the ball rolling. I am having a “me” day. And I encourage all of you out there out (even if there is just one of you, dear readers) to join me – figuratively only for now. My “me” day involves a bike ride by myself, sitting in the sun with a coffee and my feet up, reading a book when I should be working, a gentle afternoon walk and perhaps having a bath. Yours might be different but equally taking a touch of time out for yourself (even a little bit during your office “lunch break”) to do something you want to do – preferably in peace and quiet – well, you deserve it.
How am I going to achieve my “me day” around said husband, teenagers and work commitments? I don’t know but I am going to make it my mission to tick (most of ) those boxes, or as many as I can. In fact I have already got my ride in before the teenagers have awoken and commenced grunting and feeding and before the inbox starts dinging at me with new questions, requests for advice and issues. Box 1 ticked before anyone even noticed.
And it is the most stunning day to sit outside and read a book for a moment. So we have to oblige. It’s calling us.
When I look back and think about how we would be at the end of the 28 days and indeed how hard the 28 days has been, it’s not been quite as bad as I had imagined. I am not being smug in my bubble of happiness. It’s actually not been easy. There has been yelling, fighting, grumpiness and inconsiderate behaviour (and said husband would unkindly say that’s just from me). The teenagers are still mono-syllabic, smelly, condescending and rude. But I am still lucky compared to many. And it could have been worse. We are still speaking/grunting to each other. The teenagers seem happy enough for teenagers. There is food on the table and a roof over our heads. We are together and safe. Many aren’t and I don’t forget that.
So all in all the worst part is that we all miss our friends lots and miss the freedom we have to go where we want when we want. In the end that’s not a lot to give up for a while in exchange for human lives.
All that means we can sit back for a moment and celebrate that we have made it this far. We have done what we set out to achieve. At the same time think of others less fortunate and those at greater risk of becoming ill. And lets knock this final bit out of the park too!
On that note of positivity, kia kaha, my lovelies, and adieu. Stay safe and remember its your day!