I am settled in to start writing. It’s Saturday, late morning, I’m in my bedroom and the door is closed. I put on some instrumental music and I lower the volume. And then I turn it up because I remember there is no need for me to be on alert, no reason to listen out for the kids and to worry about having to stop what I’m doing to to break up a fight or get someone a snack or make lunch. I am a mother of three and I am self-isolating due to testing positive to Covid a couple of days ago. As a result, for the next few days I will no longer be needed by anyone and that is the weirdest sensation I have ever experienced, one that subsequently brought up many thoughts.
