We’re two years into the coronavirus pandemic and up until this point, we had successfully avoided covid making it’s way into our little home.
Since the start of the pandemic, The Man and I have begun a relationship, moved in together, got engaged and had a baby. All the while avoiding the virus. I was important to us that we tried hard to avoid it and stay safe as we both have family members that are extremely high risk. Then we had to factor in my pregnancy and now TinyHuman’s vulnerabilities.
F*ck you Covid!
After spending two years following the rules, getting our vaccinations and boosters and doing everything we can to avoid it. We really tried our hardest. But yesterday it happened.
There’s two lines, but it ain’t a baby.
The Man has covid.
So TinyHuman and I have moved into Meemaw and Grandpa’s house until The Man is covid free!
I moved out of my parents house when I was 18 years old. Viewed my first flat on my birthday, two weeks later I was gone. I couldn’t live with my parents. It was too hard. One of the problems with being similar to someone is that there is such thing as too similar. That was us- Mum and I. Two hot-headed and fiery women in a house together, both too stubborn to admit defeat in an argument. When I was 18, it just didn’t work.
Now I’m 24 and it’s much, much different. My Mum is best friend in the whole wide world, but can we live together (even if it’s for only a week)? Time will tell.
It’s so weird.
I’ve never lived in the house my family now call home. So it’s weird. I don’t have a room here, I don’t know how the hot water works, I’ve no idea where the pots and pans live, and I cannot be trusted to keep the fire lit.
As we’re unsure of the exact date that The Man contracted covid, I’m stuck wearing a mask for a couple of days until we can be certain I’m not carrying it. Which is even weirder. You don’t wear a mask at home.
While I’ve never lived in this version of the family home, they have a habit of making wherever they are feel like home. So walking around the house where my family are, wearing a mask is bizarre, but I’ll do what needs to be done to ensure everyone’s safety.
So with everyone’s safety in mind, The Man and I parted ways. He remains at our home to look after himself and our dogs, while TinyHuman and I holiday with Our Village. We have not spend longer than two nights apart since August 2020, and The Man has never gone so long without being able to hold our TinyHuman. It’s going to be really tough- for everyone. The impact on our Mental Health will be a big one, but it will be well worth it when we are all reunited safely and mask free in our homes.
