Today, I’m spiraling.
Staying home? Beware of this:
Here’s a social distancing tip you may not have considered until you’ve spent at least 24 hours in lock-down in your own home.
Maintain a distance of 6 meters between you and:
- The fridge
- The kitchen cupboards
- The pantry
- The normal emergency food stash
- The apocalypse emergency stash
- The car emergency stash
- The kids school lunch snack stash
- The kids own secret candy stash
- The birdseed/pet kibble/dog treats stash…
I had a meltdown a couple of days ago.
The worst part was my kids were watching.
In my defense, I had good reasons.
This is part 2 of this morning’s post. (Did you know I was making this a 2-part post? Me either. 😀)
I know some of you are sitting on the edge if your seat wondering how my anxiety-fueled 24-hours have passed.
Lucky for you I’m currently ticked off at my family which is why I’m typing from the relative safety (and isolation) of my bedroom.
Good morning from the nuthouse.
I’m on my second coffee typing this.
sorry – comments are now active
There is a pub in our neighbourhood that serves traditional Polish food. Or, Eastern European (so northern Germany, into the Baltic states, etc…) If you like Schnitzel and potatoes and pickled things and, um…beer, well this pub serves that.
What’s more, it’s walking distance from our house.
I didn’t grow up with snacks. My mom didn’t buy them and so I didn’t have access to them.
Once I had my own money I didn’t want to spend it on junk, so I never really developed the habit of mindlessly, subconsciously, shoving crap down my throat while vegging out in front of the tv.
My own family is so different. The kids inherited the snacking gene from his side. They don’t even know what it feels like to watch tv/youtube/netflix or whatever they watch these days without snacks…
There was a time, after the first kid came almost 15 years ago, when I would have been willing and ready to move out into the country.
Get some property. A proper garden. Peace and quiet. A place to let the kids roam free…a pool…drive a truck.
For various reasons this didn’t happen.
Today, he’s ready, but I no longer am. There are many, many reasons I won’t bore you with.
But I digress.
What I actually wanted to talk about was trucks.
Today, I was drowning.
This is a typical occurrence in January with this family in this house.