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So, my brain’s melting.
Our family quarantine bubble is as follows:
House #1: me, husband, 6/7 kids, including fragile 8yo and 18yo who needs major surgery soon
House #2: my super high-risk mom & dad and my 20yo firstborn, who helps take care of his grandparents
Our family quarantine bubble is as follows:
House #1: me, husband, 6/7 kids, including fragile 8yo and 18yo who needs major surgery soon
House #2: my super high-risk mom & dad and my 20yo firstborn, who helps take care of his grandparents
Pre-Covid, it’s my job to manage food, health care, education, emotional support. I homeschool, I earn the groceries, etc.
Since the ‘Rona, that’s intensified. We’re my parents’ only social outlet and helping hands.
This was really important when my Obaachan died.
Since the ‘Rona, that’s intensified. We’re my parents’ only social outlet and helping hands.
This was really important when my Obaachan died.
Because of ‘Rona, I sat with Dad in his family room watching his mom’s funeral.
That was awful. The grief is still there, hovering, finding purchase everywhere and nowhere.
That was awful. The grief is still there, hovering, finding purchase everywhere and nowhere.
Anyway, yesterday I got out of a long work meeting to find that my 17yo’s school friend stopped by and then somehow my kid invited her friend into the house.
No masks or checking on isolation status. Nothing. They hung out for an hour. In my house.
I, I just.
I.
What.
No masks or checking on isolation status. Nothing. They hung out for an hour. In my house.
I, I just.
I.
What.
What is really hard: 17yo has The Anxiety. She’s brilliant and sweet. This friend is her first real friend, ever. I adore this friend, and pre-Covid would’ve happily had her over every day.
I think they just didn’t have a good script for social distance friendship. Sigh.
I think they just didn’t have a good script for social distance friendship. Sigh.
I had to Bad Guy and tell Friend that we’d love to FaceTime and see her once infection rates drop, etc.,
And now I’m putting on Happy Face and excitedly telling fragile 8yo that she gets to have *2* birthday parties! 1 w/ Gma & Gpa in a couple weeks, (after safe isolation)
And now I’m putting on Happy Face and excitedly telling fragile 8yo that she gets to have *2* birthday parties! 1 w/ Gma & Gpa in a couple weeks, (after safe isolation)
While also printing out symptom lists and local testing procedures
and comforting the 17yo,
who knew it wasn’t ok, but did it anyway (I get it, I’ve found myself doing stupid awful things I regretted)
and I love her, but I cannot hide that she just blew up our ecosystem
and comforting the 17yo,
who knew it wasn’t ok, but did it anyway (I get it, I’ve found myself doing stupid awful things I regretted)
and I love her, but I cannot hide that she just blew up our ecosystem
Which—yeah, it’s just not great.
I feel ashamed of sharing symptoms or being sick at all, but stress is kinda blowing up my body, so
I feel ashamed of sharing symptoms or being sick at all, but stress is kinda blowing up my body, so
We had a family meeting. We talked scripts and options.
17yo is making new front door signs: outside AND inside.
After work today I’m going to start sewing more masks. I’m aiming for 100. That’s ok, I have the stuff, I’m a sewist, it’s fine.
17yo is making new front door signs: outside AND inside.
After work today I’m going to start sewing more masks. I’m aiming for 100. That’s ok, I have the stuff, I’m a sewist, it’s fine.
I wish I had a witty point. I don’t. This is just an early-morning lamentation to the Internet wall before I do the mom/work/kid/house/health care thing.
Thanks for listening, internet wall.
Thanks for listening, internet wall.
