Well hey, I’m dusting off this blog to try and document my thoughts and feelings as we navigate these uncharted waters known as COVID-19/Coronavirus.
This past weekend, it was announced we wouldn’t have school for at least two weeks. Now rumors are flying around that it might be 8 weeks or we may not ever go back this school year.
It’s a lot to take in.
I’m fortunate to work from home. My husband’s company has set up a one week in/one week home policy to limit the people in his office. The kids are here. I’ve implemented a loose schedule that includes free time, two hours of “school”, outside play and more. My kids do better in a routine, even if it’s not strict. I am hoping it keeps us all a tad bit more sane.
I’m grateful for things like Messenger Kids, Facetime, Marco Polo and texting. I’ve talked on the phone more in the last few days than I probably have in a year. We’re all desperate for human contact. It’s a weird mental thing…when you’re told you can’t do something, that’s all you want to do.
My kids don’t understand; not really. Their frustration and anger comes and goes. For now, when they are outside, we are allowing bike riding “near” neighbors assuming they keep a distance. No play dates. No sleep overs. With the girl child having a birthday next week, those are HUGE blows. She’s cried several times and there will be more meltdowns. Birthdays are a big deal and next week we will do our best to have the best family birthday ever.
I finally cried last night. I’ve been carrying a weight in my chest since Saturday and it finally erupted out of my eyeballs. I found myself googling “anxiety symptoms vs the coronavirus” yesterday, knowing full well that my chest pains and heart palpitations were stress. I’m worried about my grandparents. I’m worried about my sister, who is high risk if she gets this. I’m worried about my brother-in-law who works at a hospital. I’m worried about my mom and my in-laws due to their ages. I’m worried about the kids who are home from school with little to no food. I’m worried about our economy.
We are early in this fight. I can’t even imagine what next week or next month will look like.
Stay strong, everyone. Love and (air) hugs,