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Beauty on the Backroads

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life during a pandemic

The Distancing Diaries: Days 22, 23, 24 & 25

April 8, 2020

The number of days I’m covering in a single post is getting longer. Maybe by next week I’ll be covering a whole week at a time. If you’re still following along, feel free to read these in as many chunks as you need to. A reminder: I’m doing this mostly for me and I’m letting you in on the ordinary, everyday stuff of this strange new life.

Day 22: I slept in, meaning that I didn’t get out of bed until after 7. I had scrolled social media for far too long before I decided it was time to get up. I made breakfast and coffee, paid a couple of bills, and now I’m at the computer, logging more diary entries for me and anyone else who cares.

By the time I finished blogging, it was 9 o’clock and the kids had still been watching screens. I heavily encouraged them to stop. I needed to get to the dishes, so I put on an Office Ladies podcast. Daughter put on her skates to go outside. Son decided active video games was not a screen and who am I to argue? Although I’m skeptical that Hot Pursuit is an active game. He does seem to move around quite a bit trying to get the car to do what he wants. Fifteen minutes of skating was enough for the girl, so she came in and resumed online shopping.

I finished the dishes and folded a load of laundry. I had a snack and did some reading and by 10:30, the boy was still playing video games. Saturdays, man. On the one hand, I want this day to feel different from school days, but the screens. Trying not to beat myself up about it too much. We gathered some lunch materials and went our separate ways. Just before lunch, a package arrived for the children full of random stuff to occupy their time. Also, a card from my grandmother lamenting the changes to Easter this year.

By noon, I was ready to do my workout for the day, so I suited up and again, highly encouraged the children to stop watching their videos and to please for the love of God finish their lunches. I watched a few minutes of the daily Pennsylvania briefing on coronavirus. More than 1,500 new cases in a day. I’m not hopeful this will end, but I was encouraged by the video our governor shared of the mask his wife made him. The directions for mask wearing are clearer and less daunting.

Both kids wandered into the kitchen just after I’d started my workout. The boy decided to take his RC car outside. The girl is trying to rest. She’s tired a lot lately, which normally would not be cause for concern, but anything even slightly out of the ordinary right now has me panicking on the inside. The RC car didn’t last long because it needed a rest. I finished my workout. Now the kids are making shopping lists and I’m headed outside to read. It’s a cool, calm day, overcast but spring-like. I want to be out there. I’m tired of the inside of my house.

I sat outside reading and was struck by the sounds of songbirds that I haven’t heard much or at all recently. I’ve read stories where people say they’re seeing birds they haven’t seen in a while. I’m wondering if that’s what is happening. Nature is taking back some ground. The squirrel that lives in our ornamental pear sure is cozy with our porch. It barely startles when we step outside.

It’s been a lazy afternoon. The kids watched screens for too long. They can’t be convinced to go outside which makes me feel like a failure mom. I looked up some recipes to make sure everything we needed was on the shopping list before Phil went to the store. He got off work later than anticipated, which is good for his hours, but I’m waiting on him to get dinner ready.

Well, I made it till almost 4 today before losing my $h!t. Technically, according to the kids’ schedule, it’s play time, but my son can’t come up with anything to do. I started listing things that he immediately rejected as “that’s not playtime,” and then I shouted and stormed off. I can’t be the entertainment director on this cruise along with all the other hats I’m supposed to be wearing. This ship’s going down, if that’s the case. I might have said that we should eliminate “play time” from the schedule if we can’t come up with anything to do. Never mind that no one has picked up an instrument all week nor did we do any chores today. Schedules are flexible, people!

He made his shopping list and I kept reading. By the time Phil got home from the store, it was nearing 5 o’clock. He spent an obscene amount of money, but the idea is that we won’t need to go back for at least two weeks. When you add up all our daily grocery trips from before, I’m sure we’d come close to this number, but it’s shocking to see it all at once. Our fridge and pantry are stocked full. There should be no one saying they have nothing to eat. That is not a problem right now.

I finished making dinner. We had planned to watch LegoMasters but the show must have taken a break this week, so it was a Supermarket Sweep episode first. Then we video called my parents because my grandma was over there for dinner and talked with her for a while. She wanted to see us. We did an episode of Mr. Bean after that, then put the kids to bed.

Phil and I watched the newest Brooklyn-99, then I went to bed to read.

Day 23: I like sleeping in on Sundays and not feeling rushed. But I miss going places and seeing people. I went to bed last night with a new fear haunting me: what if one of my kids got sick and needed to be in the hospital and we couldn’t be with them? Separation from my kids in a time of need is one of my biggest fears. I tried to calm those fears but my sleep was restless.

Now it’s morning and I’ve made coffee and pancakes are in progress (for me). We worked through our church’s Worship At Home guide and watched the sermon while having breakfast. 

Interlude: I’m currently arguing with my son about nonsense. I’m at quarantine level gonna-lose-my-mind because of the people that live in this house with me. It’s little, minor annoyances, but oh. my. God. If this kid doesn’t have something to do 24/7, he whines until you want to stab something in your ears. (I’m being dramatic. No ears were harmed in the writing of this.) All I want to do right now is go outside and read a book, but I can’t leave my children unsupervised because they get right in each other’s spaces and annoy the living crap out of each other.

Back to the ship’s log.

Sermon finished, I prepared for a run. I mapped a new route because I needed some change. I overdressed. The last few times I’ve been out for a run, it’s been chillier than the temperature would suggest. Today, I tucked my gloves into my shorts. I only took my Buff in case I needed to cover my face when approaching another runner. I didn’t need long sleeves.

The change did me good. I could see the river. And neighborhoods we usually drive through on our way to school events. I only chose the route because I knew traffic would be lighter. It was hillier than I expected, but in the end, I posted my farthest distance at my fastest average pace since August. If I’d been dressed more appropriately, it would have been perfect.

This time last year, we were running a 5K in a state park together as a family, so I wore the shirt from that run, in the hopes that later this year we’ll be able to run in races together again.

When I got home, Phil was working out and yelling at the children to get off screens. Maybe I should have more grace about this, but I’m tired of YouTube and online shopping. I took a quick shower before our sermon discussion class was scheduled to meet via Zoom. (I’m also really wanting to see people in person. Technology is not the same.) We had a good discussion time.

The kids started making mac and cheese while we finished our sermon discussion. They did it all themselves, so there’s progress. I set out making my salad for the day, which included cabbage, chicken and apples. I made double so I have some for tomorrow, and even a single portion was huge.

I probably needed to drink more water because I was just hungry for everything. I ate a small portion of the rest of the kids’ mac and cheese. Phil and I talked about the rest of the day’s schedule. We didn’t have any family or friends video calls to make, so the afternoon was kind of wide open. We decided to do some work on the garden.

We headed out there about 1:30 and gave our best effort at the weeds and grasses. Our son joined us for most of the time we were out there. We told our daughter that she would be responsible for chore time for half the time we were out in the garden if she didn’t come out and help. (Spoiler alert: She didn’t come out and help. We found her “sleeping” in her bed when we came in.)

Not a bandit.

Phil got ready to go to another grocery store. Yesterday’s trip, as extensive as it was, didn’t yield everything that was on our list. And, I’m going to be honest, we need a little more alcohol in the house. (We’re sharing a beer once a week, in case you’re concerned. I have more I could say about this particular coping mechanism, but I won’t right now.) I started washing dishes while we initiated a conversation with the kids about chores and school schedules. The current system is not working because our son is inflexible. If something academic overlaps another time on his schedule, he doesn’t go back and complete that block. So, I decided maybe a checklist system would be better.

Phil left and the kids contemplated what other snacks they might want or need from the store. I made the checklist and we’ll review it later as a family. I’m hoping this will work. Also, the mental energy required to solve all these problems right now is exhausting.

Now the kids are sitting on opposite sides of the living room asking each other ridiculous questions. But they’ve been given a deadline for getting their laundry done and we’ve told them no more screens today. (When we say this, we generally  mean individual screens. Television is okay if we’re watching as a family.) I’m not hopeful the laundry is going to get done, but that just means early bed time! We don’t mess around here. (Okay, sometimes we’re not as serious as we want to be about consequences but this time we definitely are!)

I’ve had a snack and updated the journal. Do I dare go outside and read while they’re unsupervised in the living room? I just might.

I did. And they decided to play outside together in the back parking lot. By the time Phil got home, I was starting to cook the bacon to top our salad. He suggested we take a family walk and asked if it should be before or after dinner. The kids decided after. So, I assembled the salad and we ate dinner while watching a couple of Alton Brown videos on YouTube.

It was a gorgeous night for a walk. Both kids took RC cars, although the one our daughter was driving didn’t quite live up to its purpose in life. We did a large loop of the neighborhood, swinging through the Costco parking lot because they were closed or nearly so. Quite a few people in the parking lot wearing masks. Our friend David called while we were walking, so we talked to him almost the whole way home.

The kids asked for ice cream. And then they started to fight over getting their laundry done, so we almost cancelled the ice cream offer. I sat the kids down at the table to talk through the school schedule for this week and introduced them to the new checklist I made. I hope it will offer them more flexibility for completing their required duties while also balancing their screen time. Phil looked for a movie to watch, and then our son threw a fit about needing to eat more food and not being able to find his water and we decided not to watch a movie. Now, we’re arguing about shower time again. We’re going to need to start marking the days that we bathe so we know how long it’s been. (Please tell me, we’re not the only ones.)

We managed to get both kids bathed. Our daughter started reading a compilation of Edgar Allan Poe works because we’re limiting screen time starting tomorrow. They went to bed around 8. Phil and I shared a beer, ate some snacks and watched the first episode of The Story of God with Morgan Freeman on Netflix. It was interesting. A friend dropped off some goodies for our garden. I wish I could have run outside and hugged her, but it was still comforting to know we were thought of.

Day 24: Another restless night. Will I ever sleep well again? I think I was dehydrated from the run, the gardening, the walk and the beer. I downed some water at 5 a.m. after taking my temperature (normal) and my blood pressure (a little high on the bottom number but that was before my meds). I finished book 1 in The Wingfeather Saga before I got out of bed. The kids were not on screens when I went to the living room, although my son wanted to discuss whether listening to a YouTube video counted as screens if he wasn’t actually watching. They are on screens now, but they know their time is limited.

I ate breakfast, then went to the porch to see what “the Easter bunny” left us last night. I was blown away by the size of these seedlings. I don’t think we’ll need anything else for our garden this year. Plus my friend brought us a variety of seeds to plant directly in the ground. Now, to secure a tiller so we can get to the planting. We’ve never in the history of our garden planted anything as early as April. It’s usually Mother’s Day or later by the time we get everything together. I don’t think it will be that late this year.

I printed some materials for my nutrition and exercise program and made a plan for the week. Last week, I failed to set times and intentions for my writing time. Even though I don’t have a lot of external motivation to get the writing done, I have to make space and time for it. So, I blocked out some times for that as well as the times for the kids’ school meetings and my workouts. We briefly met about the kids’ educational plan for today/this week. I’m feeling a little better about it now.

The kids transitioned to active time and my son wanted to use his RC car in the back parking lot, but that business is still open and I don’t like him to be back there when there are cars potentially in and out. So, I laced up my sneakers and we went for a short walk. When we got back, Phil and our daughter were getting ready to work out and our son decided to join in. So, their active time is done for the day. While they worked out, I called about my medication to let them know I was waiting on an answer from the foundation I applied to for assistance with the cost. Then I washed the dishes and ate a snack.

It’s almost 3 o’clock and and the kids are on screens because they earned it and I feel 100 percent better about how this day has gone so far. They spent the allotted time on academics (and a little more), did some chores, practiced band and were active. NOW, they can relax a bit and stuff still got done. Maybe the newness of it will wear off in a day or two but today, I call it a victory.

One of my daughter’s assignments was to build a tower taller than herself and then write eight sentences about it. She decided to use our jigsaw puzzle collection and I helped her haul them off the shelving unit where we keep them. Everything was really dusty, so I took the opportunity to clean and vacuum around that area. Turns out we have 49 puzzles and 24 of them we got on trips somewhere, including our honeymoon. Not bad. Not bad at all. After touching all the puzzles, I want to pick another one to do. Maybe something less challenging than the last one.

I did my workout but I took it easy because of the dehydration. Something is better than nothing is what I keep telling myself. I ended up tuning in to part of the daily news conference from our state. The last two days have been steady for new cases, but it’s too soon to tell if we’ve peaked. Jesus, Lord, I hope so. Earlier in the day, I learned that the writing retreat at which I was schedule to be a presenter in June has been cancelled. It didn’t surprise me but it is another loss. We had so many fun plans for the summer. I’m wondering if we’ll get to do any of them.

It’s a gorgeous day. I opened windows. My time outside working out was invigorating and refreshing. I slotted myself for some work time this afternoon, but I think I’m going to bump it to the evening. It’s just too nice not to be outside. I don’t have to get an early start on dinner. It’s okay to take care of myself and do things that fill me with joy and peace. It’s a lesson I’m still learning and one I hope I can continue to take from all of this.

I was sitting on the porch reading when Phil got home from work. I transitioned back inside just to spend some time with him. I made dinner. We watched an episode of America’s Test Kitchen. I wanted to go back outside to read for a while, and the kids decided to play outside. All of us, excepting Phil, spent about another hour outside. Then we ate ice cream and watched another episode of Nailed It!

I put the kids to bed, and not long after that, I put myself to bed because I’ve just been feeling a little off today.

Day 25: I slept better last night but still had a couple of vertigo moments. I didn’t write much about those yesterday. I suspect it’s a combination of dehydration and sinus stuff. My nose has been running, and I have classic allergy symptoms. This happened a couple of months ago. I had to take a day off work because I didn’t trust my balance. I’ve also been feeling flushed off and on, but I don’t have a fever (not one that registers on our thermometer). Under normal circumstances, I would not even worry about this stuff but now I’m internally freaking out. I’m not having any trouble breathing, so that’s my one consolation. Still, it sucks to not be feeling “normal” physically. I might take the day off from working out today and try to get some extra rest.

I listened to Pray As You Go, then watched the second episode of John Krasinski’s Some Good News on YouTube. I cried. It’s such pure joy. When I got out of bed, my son had already done some of his math academic work and my daughter was reading. She’s got some allergy symptoms going on, too, so she loaded up on fruit for breakfast, including breaking into the juice box stash that’s usually for school. (I’m not sure we’re going to need them for school.) Now they’re doing 30 minutes of screens before we check in for academics.

I made oatmeal for breakfast and am drinking coffee. This is not thrilling stuff, friends, but it is the stuff of life.

Around 8, the kids worked on getting dressed, which was more of a chore than it has been There was a little bit of annoyed fighting. I did not get dressed because I wanted to take a shower. The kids were moving into active time/chore time, so I was a little bit frustrated. My daughter watered the plants. My son put his stuffed animal friends in the washer. Then they went outside to the porch and I took a shower. Can I take a moment and celebrate our porch? It’s literally like an extra room. I’m grateful we have more space than probably most two-bedroom apartments have. Still, it doesn’t always feel like enough space. But when it’s nice outside, the porch is like an extension. We can play out there or read or just put a little distance between ourselves and the other people in the house. (This is how I use the porch.)

After showering, I folded a couple of loads of laundry and listened to the Office Ladies podcast. The kids came back in. We transferred the stuffed animals to the dryer and I started dishes. My son wanted to check off his chore time so he decided to dry dishes. It doesn’t take any more time for him to do this. Sometimes I relish the alone time in the kitchen, but he’s a good helper and now the counters are clear as well as the dishes being done. So, win-win. Our daughter moved to academic time. She’s solving area of triangles problems. Our son practiced band. The new schedule seems to be working and I’m not sorry.

Sometimes this all feels normal, and that scares me a little. Because it’s not normal. Or what we used to think of as normal. There are moments I can convince myself that nothing is wrong with the world, that this is just a typical day in our lives. I don’t know what to do with that feeling. I don’t want to forget what life was like before nor do I want to forget what life is like now.

The rest of the morning went pretty smoothly. The boy took a quick shower before his class meeting. This is usually an area where we fight to get him to do it. Daughter and I cleared some things from the table and she went back to her homework. We watched some TV together at lunch. There’s a channel on our TV that plays Nickelodeon games and it takes me back to my childhood a little. Daughter checked in with her band teacher at noon while son had his small group meeting with his teacher. During afternoon academics, he and I sat together and worked on a writing assignment. This is a trickier area for him, so I practiced presence and patience like I do with my kids at school. Sometimes they just need to know someone is there and believes they can do it.

I worked out after that, literally running circles around the outside of my house. I had a tiny bit of vertigo while I was warming up, just when I was lying down, so I wanted to stay close to home. The previous tenant (see post about Virgil Wander) would have worried that she looked like a crazy person running circles around her house. Now, I don’t care. My neighbor is wearing a mask 24/7 and I can count more people than not wearing masks when they walk by the house. This world is different.

I had to hold the line on shower time with our daughter who wanted her extra screen time before she’d finished everything else on the list. That’s not fair to our son, so there was some crying and disappointment but she practiced band and did more academics and she’s showering now. It’s almost 4 o’clock. Too early to start dinner. I’ve been reading on the porch for about 45 minutes, trying to get ahead of the box of books arriving tomorrow. (It’s paid work from now till the summer. Still, I like to get started as soon as possible.) Also, the book I’m reading is a page-turner that I’ve read before.

Dinner started and made. We watched an episode of America’s Test Kitchen. I was really tired after that but Phil suggested we play a game or start a puzzle. The problem with starting a puzzle is that our dining table has become a work area for the kids with school, so I’m afraid we’d lose the momentum there. The kids decided on a game–Ticket to Ride–but our son insisted on playing on someone’s team. We decided he was fully capable of playing on his own. We had a bit of a standoff about this but eventually he gave in and the four of us played. It was one of the best games of Ticket to Ride we’ve ever played.

Phil is dancing, which is why he’s blurry. This is terrible quality for a photo, but we’re all in it.

It was after 8 by the time we finished and closer to 8:30 by the time we got the kids in bed. Then our friend David called and we talked to him for a bit. We watched a couple of episodes of The Office after that and went to bed.

Filed Under: social distancing Tagged With: isolation, life during a pandemic, social distancing

The Distancing Diaries: Days 19, 20 & 21

April 4, 2020

Day 19: I think I understand why people in isolation or confinement find ways to mark their days. I’m thinking of the stereotypical lines on the wall of the prison cell or torn cloth tied around a stick to mark the passage of time. I don’t think I could have told you we’d been doing this for 19 days if I wasn’t keeping track. It is both heartening and disheartening.

Breakfast, as usual. Educational check-in at 8. Our sixth-grader is fairly independent when it comes to her schooling. She’s checking off her assignments regularly. I can relate. I would be tearing through these lists just to have something to do. Our son is more choosy. He likes math and games, so he’s gravitating towards those, but today I pushed him a little to choose some reading or writing ones. He did work on a math problem. Then we tried to play a math card game, but we had a difference of opinion. After a little bit of time, we worked it out and went back to it, but I’m sure I said things I didn’t mean. This was really the first day my husband got to witness all this goodness.

I washed some dishes and started some laundry. I published a blog post about the late weekend/early week. I made a snack and tried to sift through all these feelings in my head. Phil cleaned around his desk area some more, opening up another work space for the kids, if they so chose. I got our son set up on his class call, then I worked on cleaning off the top of the bookshelf in our bedroom. There’s a ton of running memorabilia from last year that is just stacked up. I don’t know exactly what to do with all of it, but I’ll figure something out. I want to collect all of our workout equipment in one place as well. 

Phil went to his counseling appointment and stopped at the pharmacy to see if they had ice packs. He overdid his workouts in the past week and now his knee is hurting a little. There were no ice packs.

When the class call was over, it was almost lunchtime and we started to have a little bit of the breakdown that happened yesterday. We made it through. The kids opted to watch YouTube, so I ate my lunch in the kitchen with Virgil Wander. I will now be referring to my life and actions prior to coronavirus as “the previous tenant.” If you’ve read the book, you’ll understand. If not, well, maybe you should read the book. 🙂

I put on my workout clothes to prep for a run when Phil got home. Google calendar reminded us there was a band Zoom call at noon, so we got ready for that. When Phil got home, I tried to unload my feelings on him, but he offered me a solution that just made me mad, so I was sufficiently fueled with anger for my run.

This was the longest run since last August. The kids and I participated in a 5K with a Dairy Queen Blizzard as part of the finishing swag, and that was the last time I’d run more than 2 miles. I’m not actually sure how much of the 5K I ran since it was me and the kids. Today, I logged 2.21 miles in 28 minutes. I’m in the last week of my C25K program, which ends with a 5K. Under normal circumstances, we would have been running a 5K this weekend at Cowan’s Gap State Park, but that race has be postponed. I’m eager to get back to having things to look forward to.

There were a lot of people out and normally I wouldn’t adjust my route, but I adjusted it every time I saw someone in my path. Sometimes I was running almost down the middle of the road, but there is less traffic on the road, so I guess that’s okay. When I got home, I checked the mail. We got a wedding invitation, which is a strange thing to receive in the middle of a national isolation, but it offers hope. I  made a smoothie after I stretched. I tried to explain to Phil what I was feeling earlier, that I didn’t need him to offer me a solution, and then our communication broke down a little more. It’s just one of those days. He put the hot dogs and sauerkraut in the crockpot for dinner. Wednesdays are his night to cook, even now when we’re all at home.

The kids got back to academics. I decided it was time to bake. The kids have been digging in to my Thin Mints stash, which is dwindling quickly and I don’t think I can afford to pay $4 a box to restock, so I grabbed some cookbooks and picked a couple of things I could make fairly quickly.

First up: no-bakes. A sweet staple in our family. Oats. Peanut butter. Cocoa powder. They’re practically healthy. (Except for all the sugar and butter!) These came together easily. Phil and I continued our talk and I was sobbing by the time I was halfway through the cooking. I’m not really letting my real feelings and grief out regularly. I’m so sad for so many things personally right now, and this unexpected season has me remembering the days when I felt like I had no purpose outside of this house and family, which was never enough for me. I’ve tasted the sweet fruit of finding fulfillment in a job and friendships and projects, and now I feel like everything is gone.

Stress baking and stress no-baking.

I put the no-bakes in the freezer to cool and started in on the second recipe: butterscotch blondies. These are now cooling on the counter, and the kids are already expressing their gratitude for the sweet snacks that are to come. Our daughter attended her writing class. Our son is playing a demolition derby game on his tablet. It’s now 3 p.m. and everyone is on a screen. I’m hoping I can encourage them to get outside for a bit. It was chilly earlier. It’s getting nice out now.

I read outside for a bit. And took a shower. Phil rested and scrolled the streaming apps for a dinner movie. We landed on SpaceJam, so we ate and watched. It’s nostalgic, these basketball players from what I consider the glory days of the NBA. I haven’t watched much pro basketball in years. Our son enjoyed it. It’s the closest thing he’s getting to sports right now. We paused the movie to video chat with family. Then my son wanted to take another RC-car walk, so we did that while it was still light out. It’s only about 15 minutes, but the more fresh air I get in my day, the better I feel.

We went back to the movie, and I curled up next to my husband, feeling like I needed to sleep. It was kind of an all-over-the-place emotional day, and I think I was just tired.

When the movie finished, it was bedtime. I grabbed a couple of no-bakes and we settled in for some episodes of The Office.

It was morning. It was evening. Another day.

Day 20: Does anyone else feel like they’ve lived a decade in the last 20 days? I can hardly remember what normal is like and I suspect things will never be “normal” again.

The alarm went off at 6:15. I grabbed my earbuds and listened to Pray As You Go. I’m not an auditory learner, so sometimes it’s hard to pay attention. The host will ask a question about something that previously played and I won’t remember what the previous thing was because I was drifting in my mind. Still, the songs and voices are a comforting way to wake up.

Breakfast and reading. Virgil Wander is one of those stories that carries you along because you can’t really see where it’s going. At 8, we met for educational check-in and got started. Daughter had some word problems that gave her trouble. I tagged Phil in for those, not because I’m bad at math but because I overthink the word problems sometimes. I sat with our son and worked through his options. It was a good and productive hour. I put some more letters in the mail. Our son ended up reading until about 9:15, then he went outside with Phil and tossed a baseball. Daughter went to the porch to skate, then we put a couple of letters in the mail from her to people she’s been thinking about.

I washed the dishes, folded laundry and put some blankets in the wash. That’s the laundry phase I’m at right now–blankets. It feels good to be staying on top of the daily chores. I’m having trouble working up the energy for extra projects, though. Phil made a phone call about our auto loan, which we got deferred for three months. We breathed a sigh of relief knowing that and his student loan are on hold for now.

Our son met with his class at 10. Daughter was online shopping for shoes and crafts and other things she might want someday. I sat on the couch to read and missed a call from my doctor’s office about next week’s appointment, which can be a telehealth appointment. I’m excited to not have to go to a medical office for a check-up. I texted with a friend and listened in, partially, on the class call. Phil and I talked briefly about the food plan for the weekend. He will go to the store, probably on Saturday, to resupply some things.

Lunch time. Screens. We’re talking about taking a walk later because the sun is shining and the temperatures are pleasant.

She says it’s a peace sign, not a gang symbol. She’s been watching a lot of YouTube lately.

We did take a walk. It was windy but sunny and mostly pleasant. Our son brought the RC car. We encountered no other people, which was surprising. When we got back, it was a little early for academic time but both kids decided to jump in and get started. When my son got settled, I did some pre-dinner prep. I’m finding these afternoon hours difficult because the kids need my computer. It won’t always be this way. I read some more of Virgil Wander. When my daughter’s writing class was over, I started working on a shopping list for the weekend grocery run.

Phil came home from work around 3. I read. The kids watched screens. Dinner won’t take long to come together, so now I’m just waiting for a more appropriate time to get back to it. I don’t mind all the reading time. Sometimes I still feel guilty about not doing other stuff. I have some more cleaning projects to work on, and I still want to establish a better schedule for my own writing and work time. Maybe tonight.

Our son worked on a cardboard project in his room. He wanted to make a cubby for all of his stuffed animals. I think he got it just right.

Phil and I talked and I read while he made his eggs for tomorrow’s breakfast/lunch. Then I got to work on the rest of dinner, a Hawaiian chicken bowl with barbecue sauce. (Not my own recipe.) The kids chose another Bon Appetit YouTube video about all the ways to cook bacon. We had a little bit of a breakdown of manners after that, so we turned the TV off. There were odors emanating from the children so I bribed them to take showers: finish them by 7 p.m. and we can watch the first episode of the new season of Nailed It! There was some crying and misunderstanding. Our daughter’s been fighting a little bit of a headache. We all have the allergies. She took a tyelenol and our son got in the shower. Then my mom called to tell me a story from today and we chatted for a bit while I organized the grocery list. I want Phil to be able to get in and out as quickly as possible. He does his fair share of shopping, so it’s not like he doesn’t know the store, but having the list categorized will make it easier.

Second shower is in progress, past the deadline, but I’m a softie, so as long as we’re all back in the living room by 7:15, we’ll watch the promised episode.

Episode watched. Giggles in abundance. Sometimes laughter IS the best medicine. I put the kids to bed and drew a bath. My muscles were aching and even though the effort of bathing felt like too much, it was a relief to relax and take care of myself.

I wanted to catch up on some writing work, so I put on Bridget Jones’ Diary as background, the kind of movie I know so well that I don’t have to give it my full attention. More self-care as the weekend approaches, although the weekend right now is almost the exact same as every other day now.

Day 21: Three. Weeks. Unbelievable. I’m having trouble believing it’s going to get better. Hearing reports of entire counties that are not practicing social distancing. Of churches defying stay-at-home orders because of “religious freedom.” I have not left my house except to walk or run in 19 days. I want my job back. I want to see my friends.

When I woke up this morning, I’d been dreaming that my car was parked at a local university and I was inside a building for whatever reason. I came out and the two passenger side doors were wide open. Apparently, I’d forgotten to lock the car. All of our CDs were taken, which is about all there is of value inside the car. Then I scrolled my phone trying to figure out who to call: campus security? the police? I think Isabelle drove us home. Because apparently the kids were with me and also old enough to drive. As if waking life isn’t stressful enough, I have to have these weird stress dreams right now, too. This is not the weirdest stress dream I’ve ever had, and I’m no good at interpreting them, but I know I’m grieving losses in my life and this is just one illustration of that.

Lord, have mercy. I wish that was my first thought when things go awry. Instead, it’s shouting and frustration and trying to find a way to escape these circumstances. There is no escape. There is only through. This is the hardest lesson to learn.

Online learning was a struggle this morning, especially with my son. Apparently none of us got a good night’s sleep. Maybe we’ll be napping later. But it started out when he checked his math problem from yesterday and his teacher told him to check it again. “It makes no sense,” is his standard reply when things get hard. And maybe it doesn’t make sense. But I don’t know how to help. He worked for a little while on a Google Slides project then took a pre-test about food production, which only frustrated him more. For one of the questions, his answer was six ROWS of question marks. I told him that was rude and if he didn’t know the answer it was okay to say, “I don’t know” but not to put a string of question marks. My kid might not have any new math or science skills when all of this is over but if I can teach him to not be an asshole, I will have done my job.

We both walked away frustrated. He threw his stuffed animals across the room and told me to leave him alone. I went to the bedroom and cried. My daughter needed my computer to get on her math Zoom call, so I pulled myself together for a few seconds and got her started. Then I did a crossword puzzle on my phone app. I went in and tried to talk to my son, but he was holding the line at “It makes no sense,” refusing to open his mind to learning. I left again. He decided to read. I talked to him again just before his class meeting was to start. He decided he was able to do that.

I made a snack and changed out the laundry while he chatted with his class. Our daughter did some online shopping. (She’s just looking, not buying.) I read while listening to his class meeting a bit. This time of transition is hard. I feel like by the time we find a good rhythm for online school, it will either be a) time to go back to school (I do not hold out a lot of hope for this) or b) summer.

We gathered lunch. I went outside to get the mail. I sent an email about my paycheck that was supposed to be deposited today. Apparently there was a glitch and we should have it by the end of the day. Still … it’s frustrating. EVERYTHING is frustrating right now and I don’t know how to have patience with any of it. I want things to work like they’re supposed, but I don’t even know how to work like I’m supposed to.

Kids are watching screens. I’m going to try to finish Virgil Wander before we attempt afternoon activities.

It’s totally normal to run laps around the outside of your house.

I finished it. This is the only goal I seem to have right now: read books and finish them. My daughter and I got ready to do her Girls on the Run lesson, or at least start it since by the time I finished the book it was almost 12:30. My son started academic time while the girl and I ran laps around the house answering questions about comfort zones and stretch zones. For the second part of it, she skated on the porch and I sat inside because I wanted to conserve some energy for my workout.

They both set up to do more academic time, and I set out to do my cardio intervals. It was a decent workout. Chilly with a tiny bit of rain droplets. I helped my son with his academics for a bit. After that, our daughter tuned in to her writing class. Son transitioned to screens. I made a snack and a pudding recipe for snacks upcoming in the meal plan. Then I started gathering things for dinner. We were grilling brats and having potato pancakes, the latter being a bit labor intensive. So, I washed dishes, peeled and shredded potatoes and listened to two Office Ladies podcasts. I kicked the kids off screens after 4 o’clock and waited to hear from Phil so we knew when to start the coals. I took a phone call from a woman from church. It was nice to hear her voice and have a short chat.

Our daughter readied the chimney with newspaper and emptied the ashes from previous grilling. Together, we lit the newspaper despite the wind and by the time Phil got home, the fire was roaring. We put away the vegetables Phil brought home and he put the brats on the grill before getting in the shower. I turned the brats a few times while our daughter found a recipe to dress up our peas for a vegetable side.

Altogether, dinner was pleasant. The peas turned out delicious. The brats were well-cooked. Potato pancakes are always a comfort food, especially when slathered with sour cream (or in our case, Greek yogurt). We watched another Bon Appetit episode about cooking tomatoes.

Never did I ever imagine this would be my new look.

Our governor asked everyone to wear masks when leaving the house now. This news depresses and saddens me. Our son wanted to take a walk with his RC car after dinner, and I told him that we had to find things to cover our faces, in case we couldn’t socially distance ourselves. He grabbed a scarf. I put on my running Buff. We took a short walk. Because it’s cool we didn’t encounter many people.

The sky looked especially blue to me, and I wondered if all of this staying at home was actually healing our planet. Fewer cars. Less air travel. I don’t like the correlation that suffering can lead to good things, but I have to believe that not everything is all bad.

Now we’re killing time before bedtime. There’s a vehicle incident of some kind on the highway near our house and we can hear a dozen sirens. We’ve become those neighbors up in everybody’s business without actually leaving our house.

I took a shower while the kids dug into the brownies and tried not to annoy each other for the remaining hour before bedtime. The rest of that time was kind of a blur. We settled the kids in bed. With Phil’s adjusted schedule, he doesn’t have to go to bed as early on Fridays. Now I’m finishing Bridget Jones’ Diary because I got too tired last night to watch it all.

I’m sure I’ll be in bed earlier tonight after the restless night last night. As Bridget would say, “I’m off to bedfordshire.”

Filed Under: social distancing Tagged With: life during a pandemic, social distancing

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