These Four Walls

On Friday, we were all so excited. My two teenagers were going on a weekend venturer scout camp. My four youngest were staying with my parents at the beach. And me and my husband? Why, we were going to have a romantic anniversary weekend away at the beach (but not the same beach as my parents, because running into your kids at the local shops can really kill the mood,) I was going to lie on the sand and read any number of books and not have to supervise ANYONE.

The only thing left for us to do was to take our RATs. 

And one of us is positive.

Bleurgh. It would have been better if ALL of us had the spicy cough at the SAME TIME. Now we don’t know how long we will be in isolation. What if someone tests positive on Day 6? What if someone else tests positive on the FOLLOWING Day 6? There are a lot of us – what if this goes on forever?

The kids are great. After a few hours of loud raging in bitter disappointment, they’ve decided to Make The Best Of It. I really think this generation is better trained in dealing with disappointment. We’ve dusted off the Jar of Lockdown Fun and have been playing lots of board games and baking and eating way too much sugar and watching way too much Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir.

As for me, I walked three laps around the outside of the house this morning. There was a man in a big truck across the road, outside our renovating neighbour’s house. He was looking at his phone, but I’m sure he was secretly concerned at the woman who kept walking purposefully into the front yard of the house, stepping along the perimeter of the fence line and disappearing behind the house again.

Then I made a coffee and got inside my car with my phone and keyboard. And that’s where I am now. Nobody is awake yet. I might make this a regular thing. Except tomorrow, I will open the second garage door so I can watch the sunrise.

I had exciting things planned for next weekend. I’m guessing I won’t get to do them, but I don’t know FOR SURE. That is, by far, the worst part. I’d rather just know.

There are always joys, if you look for them. My sister sent us fancy donuts almost immediately after she heard the news. My son has started painting again. The Coles Online man called out “Get well soon!” as he stepped back into his delivery truck (I don’t know why I loved this so much, but I REALLY DID).

I can hear some waking up noises from inside the house. I’m not sure how much longer I can get away with this. This was going to be a socials update, but I think it needs to be a blog post. Think of me, on my special staycation!

7 thoughts on “These Four Walls

  1. Felicity Anne

    I laughed out loud at the thought of you purposefully doing laps of your front yard 😂
    The spicy cough is less funny. I hope everyone is feeling well and the fun activities jar is keeping things fun ♥

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  2. kw06

    Staycation sounds so upmarket and exciting -good on you for making the most of it. What a shame this happened on a weekend when there was so much planned😩. At least you’ve entertained us by you delightful writing.💃

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  3. Mary Rose

    The thing about making plans these days is that they are certain to change. I have learned that lesson over and over for the past 2 years! I wish you all good health!

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    1. katelikestocreate Post author

      Thank you, Mary! I think the kids are even more trained against anticipation – it’s part of their reality. I sometimes wonder how this will shape them as a generation when they are older.

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  4. Chrissi Strozer

    Beautiful Kate!! I’m sorry to hear you were sick! Hope all is good now and everyone back to their healthy, busy selves. The laps round the house are brilliant!!! Love to all of you!

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