This Year Is Just Like 2020, But Worse. And It’s Only Been One Week.

“It’s only been one week lol.” That’s what Aly said. Feels like we’ve been in 2021 for months already.

Funny how everyone looked forward to the end of 2020, as if that would signify a change in current events. That somehow another day in a new year would cancel out the dumpster fire of 2020.

But of course, that didn’t happen.

In fact, I feel like it’s even worse? Not to be a pessimist. I’m not a pessimist. I’m grateful for a lot of little things, big things, and medium things in between. I celebrate every success.

But 2021. Wth.

Our government is looking unstable again. In the US, congress got stormed by white supremacists.

The Ministry of Health just announced today’s COVID numbers. 3,027 new COVID cases in Malaysia. Our new record.

I still remember how stressed we were when we were getting 20 cases a day last year. Now we’re above 3,000 and it looks like it’s going to continue to increase.

Will there be another MCO? A real lockdown this time? I hope so and I hope not, simultaneously.

Schools are supposed to reopen on 20 January. That’s in 13 days time. In fact, Aisha’s kindergarten is opening their doors on 11 January. I’ve signed all three kids up to go back to school. Am I doing the right thing?

I have no idea.

I’m worried.

I’m worried about sending them to school with the risk of infection. I’m worried about keeping them at home and the repercussions that come along with it.

There are so many benefits to school, especially for Ayub, the special one.

It’s just not good for their mental health to be stuck at home all day with their mum. You know? Kids need their space. To grow. To learn. To explore. To come into their own. Discover their likes and dislikes and become awesome badass individuals. To navigate life with budding independence.

Hmm… Stupid COVID.

Mr Ninja got retrenched last year and has been struggling to get a good job. This year. I dunno man. Another MCO. I can’t imagine. Money. Represents the roof over heads and the food on our plates.

At least I have a job. I’m grateful for that. Very much. Ok. Sad rant over. Bye.