Wow. 56 days with the same 6 people and we are all still alive. I’d say that’s a win.
Today marks officially 8 weeks of our Family being in quarantine together.
I’d be lying if I said I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. That I have not.
The days are slow, but fast. A college friend wrote in her Facebook post yesterday:
“When I was in high school, I started reading “A Tale of Two Cities” and got stuck at the very first line. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” How was that possible? As a teenager, I couldn’t wrap my head around how such a dichotomy could exist. I get it now.“
-Jen Z.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I 100% agree. I was overstretched before this all started with running my own business and taking care of 4 kids. Now, I’m still doing that plus teaching 1st Grade, Pre-K4 and Pre-K2. Did I mention I also have a soon-to-be 5 month old who’s still nursing every 2 hours?
If that doesn’t sound like enough fun add on that I got shingles from being run down and had to deal with that.
But, I’ve gotten to sit on the floor and play with my kids. I’ve jumped on the trampoline with them. We get to go on long family walks EVERYDAY! And, the older two (5 +7) both learned how to ride a two wheel bike!
The days where I can focus on the kids and not on work are easier.
The days where I don’t go on social media and see all the cute craft projects people are doing with their kids that make me feel guilty are easier.
I’m lucky that so far my immediate family is healthy, but the reality of what’s going on in the world is scary. What will our new normal be? When will we get back to normal? At what point will seeing other people not be scary? Can I hug my parents again soon?!
In that day I may laugh and cry, feel joy and pain.
But, I know we’ll get through this. And I hope, really hope it is The Great Realisation and hindsight is 2020.
