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?
Not much to report. Everything is how it’s been for the last week or so. This kids are as stir crazy as I am.
Eat. Play. TV. Eat. Read. Play. Eat. Repeat.
George is screaming from his bed. It’s for no particular reason other than that he wants to be anywhere but his crib. The cry is that fake kind of cry that is more annoying than distressed. McKenna just watched two shows with me before I tucked her in. For 20 minutes. She snuck out of her room 30 seconds later to say goodnight to Daddy who was working in the basement.
Today was Saturday. The only reason I know this is because Aaron did not go to work today. That means that it is Saturday.
That system works for now.
If there is one thing that I have learned in my life, it is that tomorrow is never guaranteed. And in these uncertain times, although I am certain there we will be a tomorrow, it may not look the way today looked. It will definitely not look like last month looked.
Things I have learned during social distancing.