Easter Weekend: Quarantine Day 62

Orthopedics office: Closed.

Parks: Cordoned off.

I never thought I’d see the day when there were parks closed for months on end, yellow caution tape around playground equipment EVERYWHERE. Doctors offices that are normally PACKED every day are closed in the middle of the day- in the morning when peak appointments should be- completely empty.

It didn’t occur to me until a couple of days ago when I was speaking to my “man friend” how bad this would affect people who live alone and are capable of caring for themselves. How are you faring, if you’re one of those people?

The whole experience is surreal. My son is out of preschool, I now work from home (I started that about two weeks before the quarantine).

Being a single mom is interesting. It’s hard. It’s fun. It’s exhausting. But trying to watch a 3 year old while also working is very challenging. More so than working and picking up The Boy from school and racing home to get him fed, bathed, etc.

We’re (The Boy) and I- getting ready to start looking at houses to buy. He wants to paint every house blue.

Of course, I have the mom guilt for him being bored when I’m working.

But he’s also enjoying being with me when I have time to interact with him.

This has been a weird, emotional, hard time and we’re praying for everyone. Period. The Boy has helped me make sure that everyone gets prayers.

Hopefully when this is over I’ll be able to be back in school and so will The Boy. Please reach out if you need the interaction or you are lonely.

~k~

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