47 weeks
/So, we’ve been at home for just over 47 weeks. It’s getting extremely long in the tooth. Quarantine humor and family projects and such have largely given way to resignation, limping through each day, and profound disdain for cooking another meal. I am telling y’all the truth- if schools are going to stay closed, they need to start sending our kids lunch. Well, the private schools do. I have one child in private and one in public, and I really think that since we have gotten zero tuition reduction, they could send Oliver lunch once a week. Good god, I am sick of the kitchen. Starting to avoid it all costs.
Meanwhile, I’m becoming a lunatic cross stitcher and embroiderer. I have mild feelings of panic about this when considered in concert with my cat, Zillow, and pajama-like clothing obsessions. Speaking of Zillow, did you all catch this SNL skit? As Joy Reid tweeted, “this hit a bit too close to home.” Lol.
Do y’all agree that the Bernie mitten memes provided such true and delightful spots of joy when they were churning through the internet?
Thank gawd for hilarious, clever people.
Well, that’s all I have for you. I’m peevish, restless, and so sick of parenting. I bet you are, too. But I’m thankful for all I do have, including supportive parents who have each gotten one dose of the Covid vaccine. Be kind, please get vaccinated when you can, and send me funny stuff when you come across treasures like the above.