We’ve been home for the past 5 weeks now. Somehow…it feels like those 5 weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Of course I remember all those hard days when Brother just wasn’t into school, the days when Sister was running around like a crazy person because there wasn’t enough attention to go around for her, days when I broke down and cried in front of you because this is a stressful time. I’m just grateful the both of you are not experiencing the stress Dad and I are.
Though I’ll be honest and say we haven’t really missed going out much. I think that’s mostly because it’s been raining off and on for the past 5 weeks, but the both of you are also homebodies. Going out was never a major part of our lives. We only really went to school, the market, and your grandparents’ house week after week. Now we do school from home, Dad goes to the market and brings back a ton of stuff that wasn’t on the list, and we see your grandparents via Zoom every weekend. Other than that, nothing is different.
There are many days when the pandemic feels very far away. I don’t really notice it. I don’t even remember it sometimes. I’ve used to doing school from home now. I’m used to having everyone home day after day. I’m used to staying inside. Unless the news is on or there’s a commercial that has something to do about it (which now seems to be every commercial ever on these days), I just don’t remember. Monday through Friday, we listen to the mayor speak at 5:15pm and I listen to the public health department’s briefing on the numbers during naptime/quiet time. Otherwise it may as well not be going on as far as I’m aware. I guess being an introvert who hates being around people has been useful. Our days are not as disrupted as they could have been.
If I’m being honest, I don’t think either of you really notices what’s been going on. You’re took busy to care about what the mayor is saying and Dad only puts on the news when you’re both seeking me time with your tablets. The cat probably knows because now she doesn’t get a quiet second to herself. But at least she isn’t running from you all the time anymore because she’s so used to you always being there.
The numbers are still high. We’ve been hovering around 600 new cases a day for the past week. Testing was opened up to anyone with symptoms the previous week and now it looks like we’re seeing the results of those additional tests. The county has also performed 1000 serology tests to help them determine penetrance and we’re expecting the results of that in the next few days.
A part of me is ready for this to be over, but another part is fearful of a second wave. I’m afraid of sending Brother back to school in the fall. I’m afraid of going back to the market. I’m afraid of going for a walk even though I see almost no one out on the sidewalks. There are, though, plenty of cars, and it’s highly amusing to watch them practice social distancing since, before, they were inches away at red lights. But this is one time when I’m impatient for a vaccine, when I want to be pricked. Because I need some assurance that it’s actually safe to go outside.
But we will get there. It’s a good thing you’re very young. There are still years and years of childhood left for both of you to enjoy. Years and years of schooling left to help pick up the pieces of this shattered year. We’re thankful Dad is still working, though fearful at the same time because him going to work puts all of us at risk. But I have Dad on a rigorous routine to reduce exposure to us as much as possible. It’s been working for the past month.
There isn’t anything new to report, kids. Life goes on. We do school. We play games. I’m thinking of rearranging all of our furniture. Dad cleaned out under the couch and now there are dozens of “new” toys for you to enjoy. The numbers will go up or go down or stay about the same. Scientists will continue to work to find treatments and vaccines. Healthcare workers will continue to be exposed. We do now know someone who tested positive, but it’s not nearly as serious as it could be.
Who knows how long this can last? But at least we are safer at home.