Ignore Me Like You Mean It

I’m so tired. I’m thankful to be working and making money when so many can’t. I’m so thankful for my parents and the ability to live with them. I’m thankful for my mom, for my mother and father in law and ex husband who are so supportive with The Boy.  I’m so thankful to be in good health. I’m thankful The Boy  is in good health, when so many other children have compromised immune systems. I’m frustrated by having to keep The Boy home from school. Kids should grow up with sunlight and peers if they can. Having to isolate him from his peers, his cousins, is so hard on him. I’ve taken to working on the back porch so we can at least be outside some. I hate not being able to interact with him while I’m working. He’s such a great sport and a wonderful kid that it’s like, “really dude? You’re okay?” He’ll say, “yes a Mommy. I understand The Germs make us stay home. I’m okay.” He’s too damn smart. Sometimes I think the smart people have it worse, because they understand so much

Silence. The Boy is off with his dad. My parents are in their respective rooms. Dad has his "ears" on. And all is quiet. Not a sniffle. Not a cough. Nothing. Just the permeating silence that hangs over our days lately. I can't get past it. It makes me want to get up and blast some music or take a nap. I could definitely nap. Unfortunately, work. But also, thank God, work. There are so many things that need to be done that can be, because of this virus. I was reading about the Black Plague and the Spanish Flu. Those epidemics caused complete and total changes in society after it was all over. I wonder how things will change for us? Will we see more homeschooling? More working from home? I'm not sure. All I'm sure about is I've started to write again. I'll be sharing some of it with you. Be warned. It's all copyrighted. The Boy is hating life in this room. In this house. I really want him to enjoy his summer but I'm afraid even that is a n

Quarantine day 22: It is impossible (for me) to do without social media during this time. I really tried. I deactivated, thinking that will be easier and I won't log in.  Turns out I'm going crazy so I need help. The virus has caused The Boy and I to start going stir crazy. Thankfully, we have a home dinner date tonight with my guy, but dear sweet tiny baby Jesus, the quarantining has to stop. I still say this would be better if it were zombies. I digress. Work is work. It's slow because 49 people answering phones that barely ring means you don't get very many calls. The Boy is delving into fire tablet madness. He has acquired that screen time face that looks as if he's looking into another dimension. Oh and he started chewing his toenails. I did not show him this.  It's not okay, y'all. Things are not okay. THANKFULLY - all of us have avoided the Rona. Hand washing, potty training, trying to keep The Boy busy and working while watching

Are you distancing? We are distancing. Here's a bit of an update. The Boy and I are still living at my parents house. He is 3 and some change. He knows his alphabet. We tell complex stories. I'm seeing a wonderful man. He's an attorney in town. Currently we are all "social distancing". I'm working from home (as is most everyone these days) answering calls for an attorney answering service. Myles is at home full time, thanks to CV19. His dad and I pulled him early. Let's see what else is happening in life. Boobs: Totally perfect. No issues. Twice in two months they flipped, one on each side. The first time I went to the doctor and they flipped the boob. The second time I did it myself. So easy. *Don't try this at home. Currently, we are just living life. Our lifestyle just happens to correspond with CV19 and social distancing. I'm teaching The Boy to write his ABC's and trying to balance working from 10-6 with spending time and tak

Weak in the knees, and not quite free, A little bit of you, Stacked in pieces and piled away from me. Cracked -un-whole, All my parts strewn in an empty bowl… Dazzled by the pain, a not quite right bit of Neatness - swallowed by the rain. Empty on my knees, Crackled and torn - puzzled and worn, All the layers of my being haphazardly shorn… Set to the side, bits and parts, pieces of me, Cracked and torn, tattered and worn, Shelved among the trivial things… Incomplete. © 2010 Krystal D. Dailey