It's Not Zombies, But I Wish It Were

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 him, with TONS of AMAZING HELP from my mom. I could not do this without her.

My brain is turning into mush. I'm reading more than ever. The Boy is learning the days of the week, how to write his name and the rest of the alphabet, how to potty and of course, to cook with Grandma.

They've become the best of buds.

I'm still trying to figure out how to make my headset answer calls. The button doesn't work. This is the current bane of my existence. First world problems and such.

Wash your hands. Stay home. Don't pick your nose.

P.S. Forgive me for the weird font changes. I'm trying to make everything readable.

Wash your hands. Stay home. Don't pick your nose.

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