Curve-Flattening Like it’s My Job

So as of yesterday we’ve been officially social distancing for reals.  That means no school, no meetings, no lunch dates, no play dates, no live gathers of any kind beyond the immediate family. 

So what have we been doing?  Me: A lot of phone time and text time.  A lot of ambition to read without actual reading. I boiled beets. Ax: A lot of reading and tv.  Today, a two-hour bubble bath while I sit nearby quasi-glued to phone.  Mike: Work, work, work.  Virtual, though a couple of non-negotiable in-person meetings where he assured me all surfaces were disinfected and everyone sat far from each other while bowing hello.  

It’s a spectrum of what I’m willing to do without for the greater good.  Some moments it (already) feels painfully confining.  Mostly I’m so grateful we will be able to pay our mortgage and feed ourselves even if we stay home.  

I try to have compassion for those who don’t feel the same way I do, who say things like, “I’m not scared,” as if that’s what staying home is about.  I’m not scared, I’m doing my part.

Stay home if you can.  Just stay home.  Or walk outside.  And wash hands.  It’s the right thing to do if you can. 

An interruption:  “Look mom I can make my tongue skinny and then I can make it wide!” demonstrating.

“Wow,” I say.

Then loud la la la! Blah blah blaaaaaaahhhhh! singing, getting louder, from my son in the tub.  It’s time to turn my attention to him.  

Please let a bit of boredom and forced-togetherness be the worst of this!  Please help me remember to be grateful.  Please help all of us take good care of ourselves and each other. I’m gonna keep going.

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