It’s been 31 days of writing. Eighteen of them have been while social distancing. I’ve learned a few things about myself, my family and even you.
I woke up this morning from my week “off” due to spring break. Today I officially had to be ready to work and available for most of the day. The kids were still asleep when I reached for my phone to check the time.
Just before 7:00am.
It’s late and I’ve got nothing to write about. All the days have blurred into one giant cluster of nothingness.
Everything is the same and nothing is changing.
Like last week, the only thing that I’m differentiated today from any other is that my husband was home. All the days are blending. I’m beginning to see how everyone loses track of days when they are retired.
We’ve had to adjust a lot over the past few weeks. A global pandemic with a state mandate to stay-put will do that.
Most adjustments were not the kind I wanted to make.
My mom always had this fantasy that we were the type of family that would have a table set up in the family room where we would work on a giant puzzle.
This never happened. Ever.
Even before we told the kids that BabyBoss3 was on his/her way, George had a fascination with babies. He pointed them out at daycare or in the store. He stole his sister’s dollies. He talked about them every time he saw one on TV.
Do you think we should get George his own doll?