We had got to the end of a fortnight’s home schooling with only two bouts of tears. The children’s school was, on the whole, incredible, the IT worked – other than for a few rows with four of us sharing three laptops – and the girls said they had worked harder than they did at school.
We managed to juggle it all while working and I kept these pages full (please continue to support The Yorkshire Post during these very difficult times. We need you).
Ok, so the wine and gin consumption may have gone up and we got through an awful lot of biscuits and rediscovered the toastie maker which is now on overdrive, but we did it.
We all enjoyed a much-deserved weekend off and are lucky enough to have a garden in a beautiful village surrounded by open countryside, although my husband is desperately trying to find his OS map of the area as we could all now do the walks around our home blindfolded.
We spent a few hours catching up with friends and family at home and abroad using screen-sharing technology. So it was with a positive attitude that I went ‘back’ to work on Monday but then remembered it was the Easter holidays so I let the teenagers lie in. But then what? My eldest spent five hours on Facetime to her boyfriend who she is no longer able to see and my youngest stayed in bed.
School holidays would normally be another juggle of taking them to meet friends, going shopping or organising sleepovers. But obviously none of that can now be done. I am already missing the routine of home schooling – and I think secretly so are they. But, to be fair, they have not moaned once – well we are only three days in – or complained that they are bored. I think they realise that compared to many, especially those living in flats in towns and cities with no access to open spaces, they are lucky. They have their own rooms and so can get some degree of privacy. They are safe – if restricted in their movements as we all are. It is tough on everyone for different reasons, but they realise the enormity of what we are dealing with.
My youngest last week, while studying her GCSE history, made this reflection. “People will be learning about us and what is happening now in their history lessons in the future won’t they?”
And she was right. I just hope that the history books don’t just dwell on the economic and social impact, but on the heroics of the NHS and other care workers and the generosity of so many people to each other.