Nine weeks. Nine weeks at home.
I filled up my gas tank last Friday for the first time since quarantine began. Weird. I’ve been IN an actual grocery store five times in the last two months. Again, weird.
My son has left our neighborhood four times, my daughter five in nine weeks — for driveway/patio visit with grandparents and one doctor appointment before the stay at home order was issued.
We are officially in Phase 1, but what does that even mean? The virus hasn’t gone anywhere. It just means we have to make smart choices. We have to look at our decisions from all possible angles.
It means that things aren’t really changing at our house. I think the ONLY thing that will be different in the coming weeks is that we’ll allow our kids to play with a neighbor or two…outside only. And I’ll meet up with a couple friends for a driveway date – six feet apart, of course. Outside is where it’s at. I’m in no rush to go shopping at a store, no rush to hang out inside with large groups of people.
It’s a struggle to navigate this. We’re all going to have to decide for ourselves what we are comfortable with, and it’s going to be different for each family.
What’s coming? Will there be camps in July? Will I be comfortable sending my kids? Will our neighborhood pool open? Can I hug my mom and not have anxiety over it?
Who knows? In the meantime, we just keep on, keeping on. There’s about a month left of school left and I will NOT be sad when virtual learning takes a break. (Let’s be honest, there will be some next year.) Mother’s Day was a bit different this year. But I read a book and we managed a quick family hike (before Em fell). Plus I got to see my mama. That’s always a win!