Welp, our state and county are officially in “stay at home” mode. It’s not really any different than what we’ve been doing the last two weeks, but I guess it will force others to sit their asses at home.
School is still figuring out this whole distance learning. I feel for our county as it’s so big and so diverse. But as of right now, we are supposed to have a plan in place by Wednesday. My kids are making due and I’m so thankful for my son’s 5th grade teacher. She is a rock star in terms of keeping in touch, and having them use their brains every day. Middle school is on the horizon, which is the only reason I have any concerns at all. But he’s adapting and excited to see his class every time they have a meet up.
As for my 3rd grader, I’m not worried at all. She’s had a class meeting and I know the third grade team of teachers are working on assignments and activity ideas. But honestly, it’s 3rd grade. I’m sure they’ll spend the beginning of 4th grade in review….along with the rest of the country. She’s reading and doing apps like Freckle and Dreambox. I feel certain that will be sufficient over the next few weeks.
I am grateful we’ve had good weather (albeit warmer than I’d like) these last few days. Being outside and getting fresh air is my saving grace. We take family walks almost every night, allowing us to wave and yell at neighbors and feel a small semblance of normalcy.
I have good days and bad days. A migraine knocked me on my butt all weekend, not helping my mood. I literally cried at Publix on Saturday because there was a limit on chicken. I was picking some up for my mom, and honestly TOTALLY understood. However my emotions were through the roof. Talk about feeling like an idiot, trying to choke back tears as I put my debit card in the reader.
My patience wanes day to day. Working from home and having the kids arguing one room over doesn’t help. I have yelled a lot this past week.
I miss my mom. I miss my sister. I miss my friends. Yes, we talk on the phone and have done Zoom calls and Google Meets, but it’s not the same. I want hugs. It’s the hardest part of all this…not being able to hug on family and friends. Because honestly, that’s what would lift all of our spirits immensely.
All that to say, we are doing ok. We are so incredibly lucky — to have food, a roof over our head, Internet access, etc. It hurts my heart to think of those who have no choice but to be out, who are hurting for food and shelter right now.