This morning started with a bang.
Yesterday reminded me mildly of what a standard, routine day used to be like.
I was busy. All day long.
Reason being, I went on a supply run.
This morning, I slept till 8 am.
Actually I woke several times since about 3 am. I had all sorts of jumbled thoughts about wicked, strange dreams I longed to get back to so I just rolled over and stayed in bed until 8. Sort of fell asleep again into a semi-dozed state.
Only reason I’m up is because I had to pee and craved coffee. 😛☕
I never do this. I’m not a sleeper-in person. But then, I did imbibe a little last night… 👀
Disclaimer: this is an attempt at some silly humour. If you’re [still] a snowflake and can’t take my attempt of describing a slice of life in a locked-down, metropolitan 🇨🇦 family, best piss off before leaving a passive aggressive comment. Sorry not sorry.
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The apocalyptic stash of Pringles is now officially gone.
I bought three cans and a few bags of chips before this all happened, and the boys have been out twice for supplies since we sequestered ourselves in our home in IDK, 14, 15 days now.
The chips are gone. All of them. 😶
I find myself facing a dilemma. It appears I no longer have a choice here.
I’m going to lock my teenager in the shed. 😛
*Not everyone has a garden, and this post is not meant to make you feel bad if you don’t. If you still can, go outside and walk around a little, especially if you’re in the northern Hemisphere and have been waiting a long time for spring to arrive. Please obey the physical and social distancing rules and be safe.
For the most part, we were doing fine with this endless staying home and indoors.
A wonderful thing happened last night.
I’ve been saying that a lot lately, haven’t I. Like my earlier post from a few hours ago which was all ranty and full of expletives.
Sorry. (Not really.) 😐
Apologizing is a very Canadian 🇨🇦 activity so sorry for saying sorry when I’m not really sorry. 😄
First thing I did when this sequestered lock-down started was ditch the bra. I mean, who cares if I wear one or not?
So we’re keeping sane being under house arrest. Mostly by doing creative things. Like cooking. And art. And perfecting the art of Call of Duty gaming. (I don’t know…ask a teenager.)
It’s funny, really, I read about lock-downs in many places across the globe and they’re all talking about school work being assigned to children.
MINE have NONE.
Q1: What does one cook for a family who is partially bored of staying in and socially distanced from their friends?
A1: I have some ideas…stay tuned. (It’s only been a few days here in Toronto, but it’s been much longer in other places and the internet educates us with their plight, creativity and humour.)
Q2: Who fights off boredom with incessant snacking and questions about what’s there to eat?
A2: Teenagers. They’re a hungry bunch. Bored teenagers are even hungrier. (And we’re only on day 3 of the social isolation…)