*alarm rings*

I’m slowly opening my eyes, Kiano is laying next to me and he definitely didn’t hear that one…

No that was not a dream, we’re still in this.

Schools are closed and Kiano will soon leave for his office. In comparison to others, we’re privileged because Kiano can work from his own office where he doesn’t have to be in the same room with others. In that way, we’re not forced to be all in the same apartment every day, whereas friends of ours are doing home office at their places.

Even though my partner embodies feministic views, we’re still prioritizing his work first because it gives us material stability in the long run.

Even though we share the household and parental responsibilities, it’s mostly me during this time who takes care of our little ones.

Even though COVID-19 has shown the unequal structures of our society, I am still witnessing the structural naturalized and unpaid labor of being a mother.

This is a situation readers might be familiar with and I want to empathize with those, who are underrepresented and experience structural inequality.

So back in to our scenario:

I’m going downstairs, setting up tea and cereals, and wait for the kids to come downstairs and have breakfast. It is time to put clothes on, brush teeth and turn on the screen.

Mia and Elia have their own laptops. Luckily Kiano was able to get another one secondhand from a friend when Mia is using mine. When COVID started, we needed to react quickly. We only had my laptop, and we’re also trying to have the kids rather running around outside than spending too much time on the screen.

Anyway: both of them are in school now. When the homeschooling started to become a routine, we set up a school setting in their shared bedroom. It was just not possible anymore to do it from the kitchen table. We set up a big table which we can take up and down when school starts and ends. In this way, we learned how we can reinterpret rooms (good learning, by the way).

So the kids are in school, and I hope today is going to be a focused day. Meaning: they have fun, they stay in front of the screen, follow the lessons, and they’re feeling eager to even do the homework later on.

In the meantime, I clean the dishes, wash the laundry, clean the living room and prepare lunch. I haven’t left the house today, and I really feel like breathing fresh air. Oh no, wait, I actually brought the trash outside! Today is a good day, I don’t hear them jumping around and it’s actually quiet.

It is a perfect moment to call my mother-in-law and see how she’s doing. She’s living in an elderly home, and she’s quite isolated. She tells me that today is a good day, the sun is shining, and she’s just hoping to see us soon again. We’ve set up a date to have tea together on the weekend via Bigbluebutton.

It’s 11:30h, 20 minutes to go until we can eat.

I set the table and take out my yoga mat. 15 minutes. That should be alright for one session! I’m turning on Downdog and try to breathe in… and out.

Mia and Elia are coming down. When they see the potato gratin and the salad they smile at me. ‘woooow, we haven’t had that in sooooo long’.

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Take care!