Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenting. Show all posts

March 22, 2020

A Day in the Life During a Pandemic

March 22, 2020

Well, here we are. A friend recently posted on social media that blogs and the like might serve as primary sources for future generations. Being that I like (okay, love) words, I thought this might be a good outlet for the next few weeks.  My goal is to post daily or at least every other day.  Pandemics can make your brain go places it's not used to visiting, and that can be, well, it can be hard.

So where is here? I'm in a small town in East Tennessee at the foot of the mountains.  It's beautiful, although I sometimes forget to see the natural beauty in my everyday life.  It's spring, so that means lots and lots of allergies for me. People are encouraging others to get out and go for walks, etc., but that seems like the worst idea possible for me right now.  A good car ride might be in order.  I'm social distancing from pollen right now.

My corner of the world is in the weird place of between right now. Physicians of our state are urging our governor to order a "shelter in place" order to help slow the spread of COVID-19, but he doesn't seem to be motivated.  The result is lots and lots of "I don't know what to do" and that's not helping or calming anyone. Leadership shows up or falls apart in times of crisis, and I think he is falling into the latter category, sadly.  People are wanting to self-quarantine at home, but they still have jobs to go to.  Most people right now are encouraging everyone go to work (if they have to) and then go home.  No extra trips anywhere except grocery and pharmacy. Hopefully common sense will prevail even if leadership doesn't chose to lead.

Life at our house?  I have two teenagers and a tween.  

The 16-years old boy is aggravated at times because "all my friends are going places!"  That's when I get to break out the "I'M NOT THEIR MOMMA!" line.  Overall, he is being flexible even if he gets bored at times.  

The oldest just had her first year of college cut short, and we will move her out of her dorm this week.  Being honest, I'm a little creeped out by having to go out among that much humanity, but she did a great job of bringing most things home at spring break.  As an art major, we've had to get creative with a space for her to work, but we made a cool little corner in the basement that she can get dirty.  

The tween is doing pretty well.  She wants to read books to me, and that's super cool.  We started Lemony Snickets last night, and I just got to chill while she read.  She's already got an Amazon cart full of school supplies to prepare for distance learning, which is not guaranteed (the cart OR the distance learning.)  She's all about some highlighters right now.  I see a few weeks of board games.

The adults?  Not sure where we are right now.  I'm not panicked.  I saw a meme that said this was what people with anxiety have been planning for their entire lives.  True story.  I have my moments, but when you're brain has lived in disaster land 24-7 for as long as you can remember, this is just another day.  For the moment...I know this can change any second.  I am having trouble reading books, which is sooooo not like me. I usually rip through them in a day or three at most.  Not right now for some reason.  I seem to be tethered to social media.  Maybe it makes me feel more connected?  I am trying to stay away from sensationalized, partisan news (is there still such a thing?!) and rely on cdc.gov information.  So much unknown and we are all just responding in the moment.

My husband's job does not allow for him to be off work during this, and that won't change.  I am not sure what that looks like for us.  I can't imagine if he were exposed and had to quarantine away from us.  I am a fixer by nature, and I can't fix this.  That's sobering.

As of today we had one positive case, but as testing increases that number will increase.  That's where my emotions start to unravel.  What if it's people I know (and it will be)? How can I help take care of my parents and my in-laws?  How will this affect my children long-term?  Obviously there are feelings under the surface, but we're still in the "in between" where we know it's coming, but it's not here, yet. I am choosing informed bliss for the moment.

What I am loving at the moment is the beauty I am seeing in others.  Sure, there are pockets of ugly and greed.  People are being snippy on social media (and taking things way too personally) and some purchased massive (MASSIVE) amounts of supplies to gouge buyers on later, but there are beautiful, wonderful, amazing things happening.  People are being kind by getting groceries for others; people are taking time to slow down and wave to neighbors; kids are playing outside; people are, in general, helping....just like Mr. Rogers said they would.   

March 21, 2011

HELP! I Need Somebody To Sue!!

I've thoroughly decided I am not truly meant for work.  After my first day of Spring Break, I like this staying at home business.  Not to say I would be in bed eating Ben & Jerry's all day; I'd clean up a bit. At least I'd have more time for it than I do now, so I can promise it, anyway.  I'd probably get a little crazy after a few weeks, but I could always blog and facebook my time away, right?

In the interest of "research" of the world of blogs, I was reading one last night and the author mentioned how McDonald's was selling happiness in a box without regard to health.  I'm not a dietician and I'm not skinny, so maybe I'm not the right person to be commenting on this, but does it take a mastermind to know McDonald's and other fast-food restaurants are NOT exactly the way to feed your kids?  Or yourself, for that matter?

My kids love McDonald's and would eat three or even five meals a day there.  My 2 year-old giggles and points when we go by the Golden Arches.  Does that mean I whip the MomWagon in there?  Uh, no.  Why? Cause I'm the adult! I'm the one who has the bucks (or at least the plastic) in my pocket. I'm firmly in control of the car.  There is no Fast & Furious drifting going on that pulls me into the joint without my control.  If we go to get fast-food, it's because I DROVE US THERE! 

Toys are part of the marketing of fast-food restaurants.  So are the advertisements on television.  When my parents were kids, many of the television shows were sponsored by foods made for kids.  Kellogg's sponsored cartoons so that their ads could be "placed" better in between segments.  Did my grandparents sue them because my dad became obese from eating sugary cereals?  Hell no, because he didn't become obese. She didn't feed him full of crap and she made him go run around and play all day.  See the difference?

There is a place for appropriate lawsuits.  Large companies knowingly poison your drinking water?  Fair game.  What I find ridiculous is suing over what YOU KNOW WILL HURT YOU!  If I jump headfirst into the baby pool, guess what? I'm probably gonna get hurt.  If I eat three meals a day from a fast-food joint, I'm probably gonna get fat(ter).  Is that their fault?  Nope.  And if someone's too stupid to figure it out, then maybe they need to be culled from the gene pool anyway.


p.s.  If you haven't rocked out to George Michael's "Faith" in a decade or so, go pull it out and listen to it.  I'd forgotten how cool it was.  Don't laugh, you know you own it.

July 29, 2010

I'm not SuperMom

When I was pregnant with my first child, I envisioned baking cookies in matching aprons while butterflies danced outside our kitchen window. There would never be television, and every moment would be special. Then she was born.

I love all three of my children with every ounce of my body, but we've baked cookies once. Today we're making cupcakes because the house is clean, it's raining, and we're bored. I have yet to see a damn butterfly outside my window. Hornets, yes.

It's all relative, though. When the kids are fighting and I'm ready to dive headfirst into a bottle of Scotch, I think of how sucky the silence is when they're gone. When I hear the oldest reading a story to her brother after he's shoved her around all day, it's worth it. When the baby toddles up like a little drunken sailor with crusted cheerios in her hair and smiles, I can forget the previous 6 hours of screaming because I won't let her play with kitchen knives. And, yes, when we clamber up on the couch to watch the "banned" television and I have some part of each of their three bodies strewn across me, I'm grateful.

Every moment can't be a "moment." I can't helicopter around waiting to see some interest I can foster into creative genius. There friggin laundry to do! I'm sometimes jealous of those moms who never have roots, always wear make-up, and who can do it all with their matching tennis bags and monogrammed outfits. It ain't me, but that's cool. My kids think I totally rock.