Scenes from Quarantine {week one}

It's been one week with our new reality. One week with no school, no activities, no walks to grab Yogurt Mill. One week of no playdates with friends, runs to the thrift store or coffee with Mallory and Trina.

Ian asked me the other morning what my plans were for the day. I gave him a look and said, "Are you serious?" He said he meant around the house. But I have not been planning anything, except what we will eat for dinner. I haven't even consulted my calendar, which I usually look at on a daily basis. It hurts too much to look at it. To see all the things we are missing out on.

All in all, I feel like we have settled in rather nicely. It feels a bit like a school break, just with a bit more structure. But when I read the other day that this could go on for months, I wanted to hit my head into a wall. Not because I am home with my kids. Because we can't be out doing things we all enjoy.

Our days start with a good rhythm, then seem to become more chaotic in the late afternoon. Everyone  eats breakfast in the morning, while the coffee is brewing and I clean up and prepare the house for the day. Then the kids do some schoolwork and reading. Callum and Willa usually play during this time. I make the kids get dressed and do a couple other things before they can turn to electronics. Usually it doesn't happen until after lunch. I have been making all the kids have an hour of quite time after lunch too. For my own sanity.

Callum cried the other day when we told him he couldn't go to his grandparents house. It broke my heart a bit. Of course, it also breaks my heart how much they are going out to stores and seeing others. Here I am stretching out visits to the grocery store to minimize exposure. I have cut us off from practically everyone. I stopped selling things online so I won't have to go to the post office. If we need to get something from the store, the kids don't get to go.

I work at connecting with people how I can. I talked to my best friend on the phone for more than and hour and I can't even tell you the last time that happened before. Another friend called me and told me she was walking by. She stood on the sidewalk and I was halfway between there and my sidewalk. From a heartbreakingly far distance, we bared a bit of our souls to each other. Its hard to end conversations like that without a hug or anything. More of a "good luck until next time" type thing.

We have our health. Ian has a job. The kids haven't even said they are bored. This really is the best case scenario in what feels like an oddly movie-like scenario. It's just that worried pit in my stomach that I keep stuffing down that roars it's ugly head whenever I get a quiet moment. All the what if's. But we all, the whole freaking world, are in this together.

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