I was sitting here just reminiscing about the good days. The pre-pandemic days. The repetitive days. Doing the same things day in and day out without even thinking. It was like when you’re driving and suddenly you’re home. You know you drove yourself, but you do it so often you don’t remember the drive itself. I miss those days.
Pre-pandemic days looked like this. Waking up in the morning and getting my kids ready for school. Grabbing coffee on the way to school and dropping them off before heading back home. While my kids were in school, that was my free time. I would get to blogging or some other work I needed to do. I would clean the house. I would catch up on some of my recorded shows I didn’t have time for the night before. Then a few times a week I would volunteer at the school helping the teachers with whatever they needed and helping with one of the after school programs. After picking my kids up from school I would help them with homework and make dinner. Then we would all relax before heading to bed and repeating the next day.
My days weren’t exciting. They were every boring actually, but being a parent isn’t always fun. Sometimes it’s running around doing things you don’t always want to do. Every day was basically the same. It was repetitive. The same thing day after day. I got to the point where I was exhausted. I didn’t want to volunteer at the school anymore. I didn’t want to volunteer at the after school program. I didn’t want to take my kids to school every day. I didn’t want to spend the day by myself working, cleaning, or whatever I needed to do. I didn’t want to do all the things I was doing. It was the same thing over and over every single day. I longed to have something different. Something exciting from time to time.
Now things look drastically different. My days are now filled with cleaning (constantly I swear). Distance learning with my kids, which every day is bringing something new there. Cooking all the time. Working what feels like non-stop on one of the many jobs I have. Staying home unless we have to go somewhere, like the grocery store. Watching way too much TV or tTiktok because there is nothing else to do. We have played all the board games a million times. Baked way too many cookies. Read all the books. My days look so different than they did pre-pandemic.
I long for the pre-pandemic days. The days of volunteering at the school and seeing the halls full of kids laughing and playing with friends. The days of going anywhere I want and doing all the things I want. The days of taking my kids to school so I can have time alone. I miss the things I often took for granted. I miss going to see my grandma. Volunteering at the school. Taking my kids to school and picking them up. Getting to hear about my kids day after school. Going for coffee with friends. Having playdates so my kids could see their friends. I miss everything I never once thought twice about or even sometimes dreaded doing.
I would give anything to have the good days back. The days of things being ‘normal.’ I took for granted things that were just so routine and repetitive to me. Now that I can’t do those things, I would give anything to do those things. I longed for something different in my days, but this was not what I expected. I know things will get back to normal, but for me it can’t happen soon enough. I miss the good days before the pandemic.