I am sitting down to write at nearly midnight.
I have been up since 6:30am, teleworking/supervising homeschool/wrangling a toddler since around 9.
My health is good I suppose. I force us all to go on daily walks for our vitamin D and fresh air. We drive to a fancy nearby neighborhood and walk around and ogle other people's houses and yards (while I excel at keeping children and cats alive, plant life not so much).
My life is as structured as I can make it, with many standing meetings and calls and work obligations. Representing healthcare workers who are literally begging for PPE and hazard pay at hospitals and nursing homes really shakes some life into your job-related urgency.
Samantha is on what s basically a functional nap and sleep schedule. I gave up on potty training while teleworking on Day 1. Like, I looked down from my laptop and said, oh hell no, I am not doing this too. And that was that. More diapers on the list? Check.
I do most of the cooking and cleaning too. The division of labor is not so neatly divided, but Viking is also in the thick of his work right now. In a few weeks his schedule lets up a bit and he's gonna be responsible for more meals.
Niblet is over zoom classes. So over them. Her type-A personality will not allow her to skip her assignments, but this kind of learning is sucking the life out of her. Mostly I order her books and she retreats to her room or a tree swing in our yard to read them. Watching her swing every day puts a pang in my heart like nothing I could ever imagine. "Mom," she said, "this summer I imagine I will be a lot like Anne of Green Gables, wandering around a daydreaming." Jesus Christ Kid.
If anyone out there is reading my midnight ramblings, PLEASE comment below on how you're holding up.
Woogie celebrated big #7 in lockdown. He's the studious kid. Wanted two different periodic tables for his birthday: each contained different information but the transition metals were the right colors.he had a meltdown that the stinky Crayola markers were too smelly. Geeze dude!
ReplyDeleteFizzgig turned 5 the day after spring break when all plans stopped and our world locked down. She's going to the freezer and eating Woogie milkshake bc he was bad and was in timeout and Bunny said no... She's an airhead bc she chooses to be and it's driving me nuts.
Lyra is naked EVERYTIME I look away. I means how long is your Large intestine? I can measure on my living room rug!
Eilish is in 4 months sleep regression and I am dying! She is screaming all day but not night. Like the colic stopped and now it's I am tired but can't sleep phase and it sucks.
Bunny is an asshole. It's me running the house while he works. Then we started attic conversion to office plus kid puzzle room and it's ground to a hault. I am desperate to just leave the house. Like hey! I can give blood. That's exciting! Let's do that! Ugh...
I look forward to some semblance of normal. Hugs to a good nap soon. We are cat and I think you wrote that an hour ago. But I am sitting here playing spider solitaire and avoiding peak playing before bed.
Hugs from Mississippi
Hugs back momma. Viking is being an asshole too, but I'm giving his busy season at work three more weeks before I completely lose it at him. I'm frankly amazed you have haven't just run away. I was BEGGING to go somewhere, I was like, can't we just drive to look at the Chesapeake Bay? I have to go to the post office next week, that will be that excitement. Woogie is like STEM Niblet. She asked to use a gift card she had to order every Jane Austen novel. Wait until it gets hot outside, then we're really in for something.
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