Friday

Well, shit. That last one was a real stinker, huh? I basically wrote a series of choppy grunts and shared several paragraphs of stupidity with all the tens of people reading my blog. You’re welcome.  Also, that bolognese sauce I made called for 1/4 cup of white wine and I polished off the rest. Wine + Writing = Stinker, don’t listen to all that, “write drunk, edit sober” bullshit.

If I keep sitting down to write a daily blog entry, I’ll make a point of not publicly advertising the ones that are a complete bummer. Maybe. 

This is how I process things and there sure is a lot of processing to be done right now.  Except for yesterday, where I processed by powering down. Turning off the news and limiting social media helped. I got lost in piles of laundry and dusted things like ceiling fans and baseboards. I watched an episode of the Real Housewives of New Jersey and did an OrangeTheory workout in the basement. I made French toast for breakfast and burned the bacon, but no one complained. I fell asleep somewhere around 3:00 and didn’t wake up again until 6.30. David made dinner and fed the kids in my absence.

I’m worried about J and G. They barely leave their bedrooms and I’m sure they’re angry with us. Mostly, I just keep trying to remind myself that they are teenagers and teenagers don’t want to hang out with their parents. Right? Tell me I’m right…

Tomorrow marks one full week of social distancing, mostly isolation, for our family. I'm thankful for our beautiful home with enough space to be completely alone or comfortable rooms to snuggle up and watch movies or play games or make art. I'm hoping that as we settle in and find our groove, the big kids will come out again and do those things with us.