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I've been so tired of late that I am wondering if I've got long Covid. But there's really no way to distinguish long Covid from being a parent. Tiredness and ringing in ears? Yeah that's the last 7 years.
Also I scarcely got hit by Covid when I had it. Could it really stay in my system for another two months?
I think almost certainly not. I think I am tired because I am either working or parenting or sitting in a non-drunken stupor for a couple of hours after those things have finished, half-watching something on TV. Or fitfully sleeping.
Today one of the kids in Phoebe's class was having a leaving party. It was three hours long. This is too long for a kids' party. After one hour had passed - in a period of time that felt equal to how long I've been alive, I realised there were still two hours to go.
There was a bouncy castle in the middle of the hall and all the kids had been giving blower toys and were puffing on them as they leapt around. There were slightly too many kids for the size of the bouncy castle and they were of varying sizes, with some younger and older siblings. It was pretty much like Lord of the Flies, but a bit more violent. I was pretty sure there would be some broken limbs, but the kids policed themselves quite well and though there were some bumps, accidental and deliberate, everyone walked out of there alive.
I had said to Catie that only one of us needed to go, but she thought we should both try and get to know some of the other parents better. Obviously we hardly talked to anyone. And one of us could have been at home, sleeping or at least not in a Hell of noise and over-excitement, fuelled by sugar and pizza.
The kids had an excellent time though, which I guess is the point. And when we emerged though only three hours had passed for us, out in the real world it was now the year 2439 and super intelligent otters were now ruling the world.
Watching Inventing Anna at the moment. There seem to be a few shows on at the moment about the life of the super rich and how they are all secretly a bit sad and empty in their mansions and yachts. I wonder if it's true or whether that's just what they want us to think. They're certainly living a very different life to the rest of us and basically treating us like the chumps we are. They party and luxuriate and spend millions on luxuries, whilst we do all the work (using “we†quite loosely there - I have a pretty nice life, but I do still have to do a job if I want to pay my mortgage and feed the kids). It's madness that there is this elite who live in unimaginable wealth, mainly due to money raised/stolen by their ancestors. Do I fancy being a billionaire on a super yacht? I'd reluctantly give it a go.
The question is are any of them happy or is it like in Succession and The Crown where the weight of the money and expectations and the rivalry involved in keeping your place in the pecking order just makes it a prison with good parties and no bars?
It's fucking outrageous that it happens. And that the rest of the people in the world allow it.
