I’m not okay
Big C and myself went to Spain for three nights for a little break; mainly as Big C deserves to not be stuck at home all the time. It was amazing and we had such a great time. We came home last week and I tested positive for covid the day we got home. So it’s been 4 days and I’m feeling loads better, but I’ve fallen into a horrible depression. I’ve shut myself away in Little C’s bedroom for the last few days (he won’t come near me anyway as he’s scared of germs - especially covid germs). As much as I loved our two days in Spain I felt such awful envy at all the families there, enjoying their time together. Seeing little kids on the beach, making new friends and splashing in the sea. I just wanted Little C and his dad to be there with us. I felt guilty that we had come away without them. But even the airport made me realise that my dream of us all going abroad next year could never happen. Unless we had a private jet and flew from the field at the back of our house. Comi...