If anyone is looking for me, I am at home…doing NOTHING!

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Being in lockdown is no joke for everyone. I work from home, so it takes very little effort for me to stay put.  I am used to keeping myself busy while my husband is at work, and I do actually like my own company. It honestly doesn’t bother me the slightest bit to stay at home, but you know how bizarre the human mind is. Once you’re not allowed to do something it is then when the brain goes into overdrive. 

It’s like telling me to go on a diet. If I am NOT on a diet, I hardly eat anything I shouldn’t, but the minute my brain hears the word diet it goes into lockdown and I want to eat everything in sight.   

While I might not feel the pain of the lockdown due to working from home, some people feel trapped inside their homes and some even show signs of cabin fever.  My husband does after just one single day of lockdown.  He just can’t sit still. 

Thank goodness that he is part of essential services and he will be working quite a lot during this lockdown. I like him a lot, but he is a busy-body and will just irritate me with everything we will have to do because I actually like doing as little as possible for as long as possible.  

Today he was not working. It’s three days into the lockdown, and seeing that we didn’t have any plans, I wanted to sleep a little bit later this morning.  No chance of that with him bouncing out of bed at six o clock. (He is not very considerate when he wakes up, and once I’m awake I can’t sleep again.) 

I am in awe of everything that he has done today. I can very easily go through a whole day without doing much and just continue the next day.  I would be a great pensioner!    

He’s been busy the whole day doing things outside, and when he was done, he came inside and packed out all the cupboards in our room. 

I asked him if he was looking for something but apparently, he just wanted everything to be in its right place.  

(It looks like I am going to have a very organized house after this lockdown without me even lifting a finger.)  

After much anticipation, I actually attempted to help, but he got a little irritated because I was not doing it the way he liked it so I only finished my drawer in my bedside table while he unpacked the rest of the room and got rid of all the rubbish as he calls it.  

It’s amazing how much rubbish you can accumulate in a short period of time and what you find in drawers if you’re actually looking. I spend the remaining part of the day in a horizontal position watching re-runs of Tom Cruise movies.  

At least I was doing something. Thank goodness tomorrow is Monday! 

There are some who complain of a man for doing nothing; there are some, still more mysterious and amazing, who complain of having nothing to do. When actually presented with some beautiful blank hours or days, they will grumble at their blankness. When given the gift of loneliness, which is gift of liberty, they will cast it away; they will destroy it deliberately with some dreadful game with cards or a little ball. I speak only for myself; I know it takes all sorts to make a world; but I cannot repress a shudder when I see them throwing away their hard-won holidays by doing something. For my own part, I never can get enough Nothing to do.

G. K. Chesterton, The Autobiography of G.K. Chesterton, 1936