When I am 70 I will be glad that I did these years, and I will be glad that they are over
I read someone say that the way they are getting through lockdown is to think of themselves as 70 years old, and how they would probably do anything at that age to come back to just one more day of the kids, the hugs, the chaos, the noisy house.
I appreciate the sentiment but I think my 70-year-old self will be too busy enjoying taking up smoking and knocking back whisky cocktails at 4.30pm to yearn too much for these limited days. Looking after a toddler is hard. Looking after a baby is hard. Looking after a baby and toddler is very hard. At the moment I miss my sisters desperately. One is in Melbourne and one is in Queensland, while I’m in Sydney. We are all banned from seeing each other. I would like to hug them and I would also like to hand them my kids for a morning. For a night as well.
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