Confinement after confinement

E took the TGV when she was barely 2 months old, her first cross-continental flight two weeks later. L on the other hand, at 3 months old, has mostly been stuck at home in these surreal times and not seen many people beyond her immediate family. Her stroller sits dusty outside.

Cue that joke about how you haven’t been out in so long your shoes probably think you died.

One month down and one more month to go. At least this confinement I could take a shower everyday and do not have dietary restrictions. Unfortunately, we also get no help with the children from my parents and have to do everything ourselves, preschool video calls three times a week and household chores included.

We’ve never spent this much time at home — and as a family — without external distractions. While I might not readily admit this, the experience so far hasn’t been entirely unpleasant. It’s only overwhelming when I have deadlines to meet.

We still can’t predict when L would do an explosive caca that would leak out of her diaper onto her clothes and bouncer but E’s French proficiency is improving by leaps and bounds now that papa’s at home all day. 

I think about how my state of mind has evolved in just four months. What I don’t want to think about is the long-term impact of SS20 on my children, what it might mean for me in terms of work or how we will navigate the new post-bises world with masks on. 

We’ve taken social interactions and travel for granted. Now the radio silence is starting to feel deafening, even if we are virus-free.

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