It is strange for me to be at home on a Sunday because for the past two years I have worked in a charity shop. I love my Sunday job; I have lovely volunteers and a fab local community who regularly pop in. There is nowhere nicer to be on a Sunday and Husband does a brilliant job of parenting and being with the children. He also does the homework and dinner, so for us, it works to swap roles for the day and I enjoy the change of scenery and company. During these times, all non-essential shops have closed, which is sad not only for the massive loss of income but also for the loss of human connection. I miss my volunteers and my regular shoppers. I can keep in contact with my volunteers but not with the lovely public who I know by face not name and address. Those relationships take time to build. To go from hello and a smile, to casual conversations, to sharing elements of your lives. I have one lady who comes with her two dogs, who I call the hairy children. Recently she came in with just one dog as the other had sadly passed away. She cried and I hugged her. I don’t even know her name, I don’t think she knows mine, she calls me ‘Luvvy’.
We had potatoes delivered with our milk this week. With the recent issues with the supermarkets we thought we would try to expand our shopping list with the milkman. We got a bag of potatoes literally straight from the ground. They were filthy and in need of scrubbing. I gave Husband the job and added a leek to the potatoes and suggested he looked up a recipe and made soup for lunch. He has far more patience with this type of cooking than I do and I thought it was something useful he could do. I left him to it. He was still cooking it at 2:30pm… There were various text messages going back and forth to my brother-in-law who is a good cook. I believe at one point the soup was too leeky. Then it was too oniony. Advised to put bacon in… At 3pm I made myself a ham sandwich.
I managed to give some thought to the children’s education today and had a look at the worksheets provided by school. The caterpillars are in place, so I searched for some work about the life cycle of butterflies. My mum has done some research and sent over work by email too. So, I feel like I can now find a balance and do a bit of schoolwork and child-initiated learning. I am also of the mindset that as long as they keep reading and are happy over the next few months, then that’s ok. We are very fortunate to have lots of people available and willing to listen to the children read via the iPad. And due to my own love of reading and books we have a house full. I’ve decided to explore Roald Dahl’s The Twits with the twins. It is one of my favourite books and I think they will like it too. The title prompted a bit of discussion, Twin Two accidentally miss pronounced Twits and looked a little horrified at her genuine mistake. Explained that this was Mr and Mrs Twit with an I not an A.
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