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Our small house is now doubling as a school, creche and home office for two adults. All I can say is my husband's colleagues are saints

The Lockdown Diaries

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Sophie White

Sophie White

Sophie White

As we begin a period of social distancing and isolation, we've asked three writers to document their experiences. Today, it's the turn of Sophie White, mother to three small children. Follow her journey in the Irish Independent in the days and weeks ahead

When news of the school and creche closures hit last week, I was already in a quarantine of sorts having just given birth to my third baby two weeks before. Sitting in my car, parked at the seafront, typing against a deadline and willing the newborn to stay asleep for a few more minutes (maternity leave freelance-style is a buzz), the announcement came first via a WhatsApp group I'm in called Balding Mini Man Club - established when myself and two friends all had baby boys within months of each other. As three women, whose lives, careers and sanity are made possible by schools and childcare and partners being suitably occupied by work, the mood of the group was instantly nihilistic as it dawned on each of us just what a lockdown would mean.

"Routine is key" harps social media posts and experts on the radio and already, just days in, we are stringently adhering to blocks of time designated to breakfast, yard time (very prison movie-esque), family adventure time (drive somewhere, walk for two hours, drive back), home school time, family craft corner and family movie time (aka praise be! - the TV will parent them for a bit).