Posts Tagged: Covid-19

Day 14: Feeling Normal

As I went to bed last night, it felt like we had a good weekend. We went to the Arboretum. We rode bikes. We watched Frozen II. We baked bread and read books.

I didn’t worry about the pandemic as much. After two weeks am I getting used to life in coronavirus?

It’s an unsettling feeling to not be alarmed. How fast do people adapt? Are other people feeling this way?

I’m still angry. I’m angry that Trump squandered our chance to head things off. I’m angry that he lashes out at governors and divides us further. I’m disgusted by his boasting of ratings. It’s hard to understand how his supporters don’t see what the rest of the nation, the rest of the world sees.

Now’s it’s week three of working remote. I’ve been working remote at my new job more than I have in-person. Such is life.

Day 8: Time for Social Media Distancing

As we can no longer physically be together, social media is bringing some people together. But, what’s that space look like? Is it full of happiness and good vibes or people expressing their anxiety through posts and news articles?

I’m trying to be more deliberate with viewing social media and the news. I don’t need a rambling Trump campaign rally everyday during a pandemic. And, as I process this experience, I can’t process the deluge of other people’s grief, anger, and anxiety.

Instead, I’ve been calling friends on the phone in the evenings when I have a moment. And, if you’ve gotten one of those calls you know the moment is when it’s my turn to clean the kitchen and not put the kids to bed.

So, if you want to chat, give me a call.

Today feels more doable than yesterday. Even in a pandemic, Mondays suck.

We went for a snowy walk in the afternoon.

The kids are playing in another fort. The days are spent building forts. We build them, they collapse, we build them again.

Day 7: One Week Done

It’s 9:40 a.m. and the kids are playing in pillow forts, petting Auggie-dog, and pretending they are dragons flying. The weekend was a mix of anxiety and recharging for me. The worst part was the fears of what the future holds. The best part was hiking at Hale Reservation. Being out in nature felt glorious. Open space, sunshine, laying in a meadow amidst a former apple orchard brought a sense of relief from the claustrophobic feel of our apartment.

Now, here we are again, the workweek. I’m stressed. The kids interrupt constantly. They need attention. There’s no way to work. It sounds like everyone who has kids and two working parents is in a similar place. There is no balance here.

We have great resources from the 5yo’s teachers. But seriously, how does one implement all this stuff?

How are you doing? What challenges are you facing? How do you deal with life during the coronavirus?

Day 4: Yesterday Was Hard

Anxiety. Dread. Uncertainty. Sadness. All of those emotions are swirling around inside me. What will happen to everyone who works in the service industry? What does recovery look like? What do the next 18 months look like? There’s anger too. Anger over President Trump’s lies and failures.

I went grocery shopping and thought, buy what they have and you need, don’t get upset about the lack of choice. So we have some stale bread.

The difficulty is: how do you carry on when it feels like the world is coming apart at the seams. I want to take care of my family. What does that look like in a pandemic? Work remotely, hunker down, avoid contact, try not to go stir-crazy in your apartment?

Hoping today will be better.

Day 2: Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Working from home with the kids was rough. We’re trying to get them playing more independently instead of both of us scrambling to be in Zoom meetings and putting on Netflix. There’s nothing definitive, but it sounds like this could go on for two months.

The kids are building a castle out of blocks right now and playing with Elsa and Anna figures.

Everything feels unsettled. What’s the new normal? What’s important? I think about the billions of dollars companies made in the past twenty years and maybe now is the time they plow that money back into their workers.

My biggest pet-peeve currently are the posts from people who are like: now is the perfect time to teach your kids Spanish or create wonderful memories baking bread.

Many people are stuck balancing work with childcare. We can’t teach our kids Mandarin. We’re just trying to make sense of all this.

Day 1: Working from Home with Schools Closed

Boston Public Schools are closed until April 27th or things improve. R and I are both working remotely. Right now, it’s 8:50 a.m. and the kids are building forts and playing. I’m not sure how this will work or what it will look like. I’m reminded of A Quiet Place, locked indoors for social distancing.

I started a new job and it feels weird to not be supporting faculty in distance learning. That’s been my job for the past 7 years. Yet, here we are in Boston; adapting to a pandemic.