Coronavirus Quarantine Update: Week 2

I’ve noticed that, at least in this early period, I tend to alternate good and bad days. The good days are really good. Those are the days when I have enough energy for the kids, which basically makes the whole day a party. We dance and sing together, play the piano, wrestle, chase each other around the house, have horsie rides. I settle innumerable conflicts without breaking a sweat. I spin on a dime flinging food out of the fridge like a short-order cook as the requests come fast, furious, and contradictory (sprinkles in my maple syrup, cherries in my soy sauce). We have lots of cuddles and silly time, and the drama for the most part feels manageable. In between entertaining the kids, I find time to keep the house together, and maybe even get a little work of my own done. Today was a good day. I made french toast and scrambled eggs, cleaned the toilets and Ollie’s humidifier, disinfected and put away $300 of groceries, and vacuumed and mopped the entire house with the kids’ help.

The bad days kind of feel like waking up with a mild hangover. Maybe you didn’t sleep enough, or it’s just kind of a gray depressing day out, but you could probably pull it together if anyone would just leave you alone long enough to get through your coffee. Unfortunately, someone is screaming right now in your ear how Ollie hit me, or Ollie took my car, or in fact they are actually hitting you, or…