I wonder if Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) was invented by moms and dads who were raising small children among an ever-expanding sea of tiny, plastic toys…
This morning started with a bang.
Disclaimer: this is not a rant but it has a rant-y slant. And, I’m ranting about family. 🙄 Spare me positivity and all that crap. I’ll be over it tomorrow. If you can’t handle a dose of my current reality please do yourself a favour and stop reading now. Come back tomorrow when I post about guinea pigs and cats.
I have a spot in the yard where I go sit to
feel sorry for myself soak up some sun on the days we are treated to such spring-like weather.
One thing hasn’t changed since lock-down began a number of weeks ago.
I still wake up to the ritual of making, and sipping, my first cup of coffee. Every single day.
No matter how horrible my sleep might have been, or alternately how well I slept, that first cup is my one enduring love. 💗
I’m probably going to delete this later.
Remember back about a month ago when monitoring screen-time was all the rage? 😶
I don’t know if I should shrug my shoulders, roll my eyes, or cry.
Some people are dropping off the social internet.
I get it. We’re all fatigued by the constant bombardment of ever-changing news.
Although I believe in staying informed, I do sometimes scroll mindlessly, which, given we are starting day 8 of quarantine here (for my family specifically – many of our friends just returned from spring break and are at the beginning of the staying home movement) is hardly surprising. We’re still adapting to social distancing and its emotional and mental effects.
It hasn’t been easy but for me, an introverted homebody to begin with, not that hard either. Having the family around constantly has been a learning curve but again, we’re managing. Mostly.
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.
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.
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.