My short term memory is affected now. I truly don’t know what day of the week it is, and I am so incredibly grateful for my cell phone which will tell me everything I need to know…
Oldest child was released from captivity today, as she’s been fever free for 24+ hours. At first, there was great celebration.
Then, the fighting began.
Yesterday, these children stood at opposite ends of the staircase, reaching toward each other like they were missing one half of their souls.
Today, they tried to banish those souls back to hell.
Well, I wish they’d have banished something.
Small child has been running on sugar and adrenaline for the last two days (or as she’d say, the last past two days)… I forgot she made herself a sore throat drink the other day. Ingredients?
Honey
Water
Cinnamon and sugar
More honey
She drank it.
A lot of it. She smuggled the pitcher (which was 1/4 full!) into her bedroom where she cozied up with a laptop and Paddington 2, which she swears will make me cry SO MUCH and I must watch it ASAP.
I told her I will later.
Spoiler: I might not.
Big child has Monopoly out in the dining room table, hoping for a game, but I’m kind of over capitalism at this point, so I may maintain a dictatorship and tell her I will play but only if I start out owning Park Place and Boardwalk, and they both already have hotels.
Oh wait, that’s possibly still just American capitalism…
We needed to escape these prison walls today, so we crammed ourselves into a much smaller prison with four wheels and drove around town. We didn’t stop anywhere, except my parents’ driveway, where we rolled windows down and called them on the cell phone. They stood in the doorway and we talked on speaker phone.
For about 15 glorious minutes, we saw proof that other life is out there.
We drove to the airport, where there were zero regular airplanes, but one life flight plane being prepared to transport a COVID-19 patient to a larger facility. Eep…
We pretended we could fly our own airplanes, and big child made small child jealous because she’s actually controlled an airplane before. In the air.
I like to take these moments and remind my children that their grandfather will gladly give them some control over the airplane, but that he’s also completely giddy to show them a power off stall.
Yes.
Power. Off.
There’s no adrenaline rush quite like your pilot turning off the airplane while thousands of feet in the air. My dad assures me that this is perfectly safe, and then he chuckles at my fear.
That’s winning at parenting.
Anyway, my list of available TV shows on Hulu is dwindling, so it may be time to switch to books for a while… Though the chatterboxes make that incredibly difficult.
Both children have been amazing at doing school work this week. I’m impressed, but also hoping they fail miserably at this because any semblance of success and they will believe that we could home school regularly and I just know I would not survive that.
I’m barely surviving as it is …
I know there’s some humanity left, and I am so encouraged by the beauty in my kids, but my addled brain can’t handle a ton more isolation.
We have, however, survived one full week!!
If anyone would like to pull up a chair in my front lawn, I’ll gladly sit at the kitchen window at chat with you. It meets the six feet distance requirements AND I don’t have to clean the house!
Win/win right?
Until tomorrow, end transmission.
Corona Can't Keep Me Down 