Lock Down
As of last night we are only allowed out of the house if shopping for essential items and for one form of exercise - walk, run or bike, with members of the family only. If you have to go into work for any reason you can, but that doesn't apply to us. There's nothing else. So we are holed up here for the foreseeable future.
It's pretty grim.
This morning I forced the boys to join me for a 9am HIIT session with The Body Coach, who screeched at us for 20 minutes as we puffed our way through mountain climbers, high knees and a variety of other less-than-graceful moves. I thought it was great. The boys looked as though they'd rather have caught Corona.
We move on to the 'remote schooling'. It's like pulling teeth. The boys would rather do anything than school work and if you take your eyes off them for a second, they'll be playing some kind of internet game instead. William produced a piece of geography so dire I made him rip the page out and start again. After around 15 minutes, if they haven't got away with sneaking onto a gaming site, they'll try to slope off and play on their phones. Failing that, it'll be foraging for snacks before asking if they can watch TV (I'm trying to work in the sitting room) or play the x-Box (Eddie's trying to work in the snug).
Last resort is to either:
A) Play in the garden without Dolly, leaving her apoplectic with horror and trotting round the house in circuits howling.
B) Play in the garden with Dolly, trashing the grass, the new patio that's just been laid and any tennis or football that may lie innocently in a shrub before it's destroyed.
Usually I'd be downing tools around now (5.45pm), but I've spent most of my day nagging, gnashing and wringing, so am seriously behind and unimpressed with life.
It's pretty grim.
This morning I forced the boys to join me for a 9am HIIT session with The Body Coach, who screeched at us for 20 minutes as we puffed our way through mountain climbers, high knees and a variety of other less-than-graceful moves. I thought it was great. The boys looked as though they'd rather have caught Corona.
We move on to the 'remote schooling'. It's like pulling teeth. The boys would rather do anything than school work and if you take your eyes off them for a second, they'll be playing some kind of internet game instead. William produced a piece of geography so dire I made him rip the page out and start again. After around 15 minutes, if they haven't got away with sneaking onto a gaming site, they'll try to slope off and play on their phones. Failing that, it'll be foraging for snacks before asking if they can watch TV (I'm trying to work in the sitting room) or play the x-Box (Eddie's trying to work in the snug).
Last resort is to either:
A) Play in the garden without Dolly, leaving her apoplectic with horror and trotting round the house in circuits howling.
B) Play in the garden with Dolly, trashing the grass, the new patio that's just been laid and any tennis or football that may lie innocently in a shrub before it's destroyed.
Usually I'd be downing tools around now (5.45pm), but I've spent most of my day nagging, gnashing and wringing, so am seriously behind and unimpressed with life.
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