Am I a little disappointed that my favourite jeans won’t quite zip up? Sure. Would I change a single thing about the way I got through isolation? Absolutely not!
I gained around 5 extra kilos in isolation weight, while working from home and having my kids at home with me every day. Each kilo tells a story of its own, though.
I started to wonder if I did the right thing, tossing my usual controlled-eating out the window during isolation. Upon reflection, though, I think the extra sweets actually served a very important purpose during the COVID-19 isolation period. My isolation weight is a badge of honour.
Having a 4-year-old and a 1-year-old, our days were nothing short of chaos, during our isolation. Mediating many sibling wrestling matches and toddler tantrums, my eldest and I made the most of the youngest’s nap times.
During nap-time, Mr 4 and I would peruse his kindergarten remote learning activities or whip up some learning of our own. Sometimes that learning meant we would go into the garden and plant some veggies. That soon meant that we could then harvest our veggies to whip up a fancy – and healthy! – lunch.
There were days where we created model volcanoes, throwing half a box of baking soda and gosh knows how much vinegar in.
Then, there were those many rainy days where we baked. Don’t get me wrong, we baked a lot of healthy dinners. We also baked a lot of cakes.
Like I said, though. Zero regrets.
Shared moments over a cuppa
Working from home meant I had to find time to sit at my computer. This meant that when Mr 4 was feeling extra clingy, he would set up camp in the evenings and stay up late, while I got my work done.
I’ll be damned if I didn’t share at least a couple of late-night bickies with him.
And all in the sake of fairness, we made sure to share a few with Mr 1 during the days, too.
Did someone say donut deliveries?
During COVID-19 restrictions, many businesses had to quickly adapt to a new kind of normal. Many businesses adapted quickly and saved themselves.
Fortunately for me, some of those businesses happened to be of the donut-making variety.
Now, I’m not going to lie. There was one occasion that I concealed my half-a-dozen donut delivery and only shared it with my husband. Karma caught up with me though, and as I shoveled the very last donut in, I was caught red-handed by my kids and forced to fork over the remaining half a donut.
There were other times, though, where we placed a nice big family order of baked goodies – donuts, brownies, babkas, you name it! Gosh, when those deliveries arrived, we cheered and celebrated so ridiculously beyond reason.
All in the name of getting through it, together
I may lose the 5 kilos that found their way into my life – I also may not.
What I do know is that those 5 kilos were the result of fun family activities that brought joy to my children in a time where the world is completely filled with fear. I know that while my toddler indulged in his favourite baked donut, he forgot about the germs he keeps overhearing me and his father worrying about.
My kids got to hang out at home and enjoy the simple things in life, like playing in our garden, building LEGO masterpieces and having pajama days. I was blessed enough to spend around 9 weeks at home with my children, while being able to continue working the job I love. I didn’t have to choose between the two.
During a terrifying time, where the world wasn’t quite sure how to react, I managed to find joy – all for the bargain price of 5 kilos.