Challenges during stay-at-home lockdown

Disclaimer: I’m going to describe a family situation that irritated me. I’m only doing this because Toronto’s strict lockdown measures are getting us all beyond frustrated, plus the weather has turned much colder making outdoor activities a little less enjoyable, meaning we spend even more time inside together. I’m just saying, we’re all feeling the strain of being together so much in this small house for so long (10 months and counting). Read with a grain of salt. Don’t pity me, I’m fine. And be nice with your comments. 😉

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The look of surrender aka frustration aka acceptance

If you’ve read here a while then you know I like to write fiction. Some of you know I write erotic/romantic fiction. Lately, I’ve been on a roll with a particular story that is now into Chapter 10, and I’m not done.

I write at the dining room table facing the open concept kitchen in front of me. The living room is to the left of me.

The family is not here for the most part – the husband teachers his college students in his basement office, the kids are plugged in to their virtual classrooms in their basement rooms.

I take those moments when they’re schooling to focus and write. All good so far, right?

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A day in the life of lockdown Toronto 🇨🇦

I went to my mom’s this week and stayed a couple of nights (she’s been part of our bubble since the beginning of covid). Today, she took me to a suburban town to a store which imports some goods from Germany. They also have a deli and a bakery where they make prepared food inhouse. For instance, cabbage rolls. (I bought some). 😛

I was excited to go out. I’ve been sitting in either my mom’s house, or my own, typing, purging, cooking or doing other domestic things.

Meh.

So a trip to a new/different store was exciting! 🙄 For the occasion I even put on actual clothes. Yippie! 😄

Real clothes instead of leggings or yoga wear.
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The metaphorical abyss

The week leading up to Christmas had me feeling low and borderline depressed. This is pretty standard for me this time of year, and was augmented by the prevailing lockdown. I tried to keep my head above water but failed. There is a metaphorical abyss in my life that has a life of its own. For one thing, it moves. It follows me around. 😬

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Less is more

This has been my mantra for so long, I don’t even remember when I first came up with the idea.

One thing is true though: my attempts to keep my life simple (or simpler) are complicated by the fact that I live with a growing family in a small, urban bungalow. Some of these family members are packrats and/or shoppers and/or attached to things for reasons that elude me and this has been a main source of my deteriorating mental health (and sanity) since the day we stepped into this house. Which, ironically, was before the kids arrived, but after the death of a parent and an unhealthy attachment to things like furniture which was neither practical nor fit into this, my (our) small house.

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